my girl is growing up.
she picks out her own clothes. if i lay something out she puts it away. it doesn’t always make sense, but she’s got her own style and as long as she’s respectable, i’m not going to pick a fight there.
she has perfected the eye roll, and the sarcastic head wobble. i’ve perfected the phrase “stop being a smart-ass”.
last week she had issues with a friend at school. another friend was excluded and she stepped in and got the cold shoulder from the other friend about it. it threw her for a loop. i wasn’t ready for catty friends until middle school, but here we are in 4th grade. she didn’t really talk to me about it. she emailed her best friend. her best friend from kindergarten. i am so glad she has a best friend confidante. then she talked to Ed. that’s right, apparently friend issues fall into Ed territory.
this last week she has had a few questions about her physical self. apparently, body issues fall into my territory, thank goodness.
she’ll be 10 in nineteen days.
i’ve heard the stories my sister has told of frantic mothers running into the library asking for books for their nine and ten year olds caught by surprise by puberty. i was shocked. i guess i shouldn’t be.
i’m not ready for her to grow up.
but i realize i cannot be caught unaware. so today this book collection came for her. i’m reading it tonight in preparation before i give it to her. it appears to be a good one. american girl really puts out some good stuff for this pre-teen set. she already has one of the books on friendship, of course, i always turn to a book.
my mother gave a us a book. it taught us a lot.
apparently it taught my younger brother a lot too. my mother claims it’s how he got all the girls, with all of that knowledge.
but about my first-born. i remember how sad i was when she was no longer a baby, a toddler, a preschooler, a kindergartner. i remember my mother telling me every stage is a good stage and that they grow and change and you find new things to love about them.
for the past couple years, i’ve been watching as Nancy’s girls are growing into adults, and am in awe of her relationship with them.
i hope to have that.
in the meantime, i will cherish everything about the growing wonder of this stage of her life. even the eye-rolls that i recognize as my own.
and then we’ll deal with the really tough issues.