Teenagers

I don’t need reminding…

teenager growing up

Dear teenage daughter of mine,

Yes, I know. You’ll be 15 soon. You don’t have to remind me.

I’m reminded when you borrow my brand new clothes and don’t return them.

I’m reminded when I pay your cell phone bill and wash the mountains of laundry you put out for me to wash, full of clothes that would fit me.

I’m reminded when we fight and the frustration is palpable because you argue like a kid in an adult body.

I’m reminded when you stand next to me and you’re taller than me, with a bigger shoe size.

I’m reminded when I see you from behind and often mistake you for an adult.

I’m reminded when you and your friends whisper to each other and say I have NO clue, that I’m not cool.

I’m reminded every second of every day I see you. Time marches on. It does.

And then…

I’m reminded that we only have a few short summers left with you until you grow up and move on.

I’m reminded that one day you’ll look at me and want to be my friend.

I’m reminded that one day that you’ll actually want me to join your conversation.

I’m reminded that even though you’ll be a grown woman, you’ll still want to argue like a kid in an adult body.

I’m reminded that one day when I see you from behind and mistake you for an adult, it won’t be a mistake.

You will be.

 

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