I still can’t believe my oldest daughter is 12 and halfway to officially becoming a teenager. I see myself as a tween in her right now and it’s funny to experience it from a Mother’s perspective. She’s always been a good kid and I’m hoping that her goodness will cross over into her teen years too. A parent can always hope.
I remember the days when she thought I was cool and accepted what I said as if it were words given to her by God. Granted, she was only 5 at the time and, in her eyes, I was the be all and end all of everything wonderful.
Oh, what I would do to get that back sometimes.
As much as I love spending time with Big B now as a tween, I do miss the days when she was little and she needed me more. It’s hard, as parents, to watch our kids grow and mature. If we could, we’d keep them little as long as we could. Thank goodness she hasn’t grown out of sharing hugs with me.
A Mama needs her hugs!