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