Today my sweet daughter is a teenager, 13. On this day, 2001, my life was forever changed, I became Caroline’s mom..
Her huge blue eyes seemed to stare straight through me, and question me all at the same time. I remember ‘chatting’ with her that first week, (I really thought it was my job to entertain her), and in a brief flash I saw her all grown up. She was tall and beautiful, smart and funny, strong and kind. And now, well on her way to being all grown up, she is not there yet, that is exactly who she is becoming.
She inherited my mother’s height, at 13 she is only 1 inch shorter than me. Long limbs serve her well, she is an amazing swimmer, with ribbons to prove it, and can run a smooth pace, she has several 5k’s under her belt. She is a natural at most sports, although competitive sports are really not her thing.
Caroline is an amazing student, schoolwork has always come very easy to her, with little effort. She is very observant, curious and competitive in and out of the classroom. She has spoiled her father and me by always staying on top of her assignments and studies. With out a doubt she has her work done, always. I’d love to see her spend more time reading, and maybe one day she will come to love books as much as her parents. Right now she’d rather ‘make and do’, she’s as crafty a girl as you’ve ever known!
I asked her brother on the way to school yesterday, what was his favorite thing about his sister, “She really makes me laugh, hard!” He’s right she makes us all laugh! Re-telling silly stories, singing goofy songs and hilarious observations on everyday life. She lights up a room.
She has a very strong character, she knows her own mind and is not a bit shy in expressing it. Even at 6 years old she would never hesitate to make her opinions known. Let me just say, it drove me crazy when she was younger, I am into obedience with my kiddo’s, not debate! As she is growing older my earnest prayer is that she will hold strong to her convictions and always stand up for her beliefs, even when they aren’t ‘popular’. Strength of character needs to be exercised regularly to be maintained. So far, so good.
As I kiss her goodbye every morning, I remind her to ‘Be Kind’. Middle school is tough, but kindness is a strategy for success. From my vantage point she is heeding my advice well. Kindness, patients and empathy, qualities not normally associated with teenagers, my girl is one of a kind.
I could go on and on about how pretty she is, and she is, but I think I’ve laid out a pretty convincing case of how she looks on the inside. She’s exquisite, and that’s really all that counts.
I just hope that she doesn’t forget it, not for one minute.
That she won’t try too hard to blend in, she was born to stand out.
That she will always remember how much her dad and I love her, even when she screws up.
That she is a child of God, and He wants her to shine brighter than the stars He created!
A teenager, my baby is a teenager, 13 years, gone in a flash,