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My daughter’s now a teenager

My daughter celebrated her 13th birthday this week.  She’s now officially a teenager.

Ugh.

I knew this day would come eventually. To me, this is almost as big a deal as it’s going to be when I turn 40 later this year.

UGH.

I guess it’s just one more sign that I’m getting old…and that, quite frankly, sucks.  I’m not ready to turn 40 yet. I’m not ready to mature yet. I’m not ready to worry about the clothes my daughter will wear out in public because they show off too much skin.  I’m not ready to tell her that she can’t litter her body with tattoos until she’s 18 and it’s out of my control.

On the other hand, I’m really looking forward to watching my little girl mature. Teenage years seem to rush on by so fast…she’ll be off to university before you know it.

On the other hand, I still want my little girl to remain a little girl.

Sigh.

So happy birthday, Rugrat. Even though we’re not as close as we’d like to be and we don’t talk as often as we’d like, we both know that we love each other…and when looking at life’s simple pleasures, that’s one of the greatest gifts that we share.


Do You Act Your Age?

Ever since I was a teenager…

No, check that.

Ever since I can remember, I’ve always been told to “act my age”. I know that as my son grows older that I’ll be saying those very words to him (and, thus, my dad will somehow channel through me).

I’m turning 40 this year and I can say without a doubt that I do NOT act my age. I never have and I don’t think I ever will.  That’s not to say that I’m not mature.  I don’t bring a whoopie cushion to work or pull non-stop pranks on friends and family.  But I am at a stage where my daughter is thoroughly embarrased to be seen with me in public, ESPECIALLY if I’m with Sunshine.

In fact, one of the glorious things that makes our relationship so amazing is that we’re both so much alike in our zaniness. 

EXAMPLE: We’ll be standing in line at the grocery store when we’ll start “jaw-jacking” back and forth. She’ll tell the cashier that she doesn’t know who I am and that I’ve been following her around the entire store.  I’ll respond with “Worst first date ever”.

All we’re trying to do is elicit a reaction from the cashier and those within earshot.  And sometimes we’ll have a conversation like that without anybody even paying attention to us.

Maybe that makes us attention whores (well…we do blog, after all), but it totally makes us immature.

OR DOES IT??  Does having fun immediately mean that you’re immature?

If we joke around that one of the dancers at the strip club we visited on Friday looks like a post-op trannie, does that make us immature?

If we hear a song while walking through the mall that we like and we both spontaneously break into spasmic dancing like we’re Elaine from Seinfeld, does that make us immature?

If we sit back and watch new episodes of Beavis & Butthead and laugh hysterically (“Hey…is this Real Housewives of Detroit?”), does that make us immature?

If we use “That’s What She Said” on a daily basis as if it were just a normal part of life, does that make us immature?

Well…if it does, then I NEVER want to grow up.

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What say you? Do you act your age?


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