At least in my head she's a tween, because she is twelve today. TWeen = TWelve. Some may claim tweens are also 11 year olds, but I disagree. I wanted my daughter to be a "kid" for just one more year - so sue me.
But I can't really call her a kid now. Not all the time at any rate. These tweeners are like Jekyll and Hyde; one minute she is asking for cookies and the next she pulls off a PMS meltdown that reminds me of....me. Whoa.
Then there is the unexpected act of kindness that just well...reminds me how much I have to do in the "LEARN CHARITY" area. There's an emerging young woman trying to get past puberty in one piece in this enigma of a human that I used to call my little girl, my little boo-boo. She's got a healthy dose of scamp in her too that prompts a neck wrenching double-take.
What was Heavenly Father thinking when he sent me this complicated person to raise? WHERE'S MY MANUAL? I'm treading water here. I may eventually get across this ocean of child-raising someday, but I'm no Dana Torres. The strokes are choppy and clumsy and there's a heck of a lot of energy wasted in splashing. I sure hope my daughter is more resilient than I am to survive my mistakes.
I just hope she knows that God loves her even better than I do. I know it's hard for some to believe that when you don't see Him visually, hear Him audibly, and feel Him physically that He is really there. I know He exists and cares about us, even when it isn't obvious. He intervenes where necessary, but mostly he lets us figure things out ourselves and somehow, I think most of us grow up. I'm glad He's there when I need him. He's there when any of us is ready to go to Him.
Happy Birthday Boo-boo. I'm so glad Heavenly Father brought you to me and your Dad. You're awesome.