My funny, funny girl. You were the one who played pranks on
us as an infant and at 11 years old you are still finding ways to make us
laugh. You definitely have your father’s sense of humor and love to bring the
funny. We love that. We need that.
Neither you nor your sister wanted to receive any gifts for
your birthday this year. The only thing either of you really wanted was to have
a friend spend the night without the boys
around to bug you. Can’t blame you.
So, 11 is rough. I’m definitely getting the “tween” vibe
from you and your sister. Caught in a place between wanting cute little stuffed
animals on your dresser, but not really wanting to sit at the kids table any
more. I definitely see you and your sister heading into new territory, but it
isn’t necessarily the same territory as other girls your age. Which is good. I
like where you’re going. Let’s stay on the path we’re on. Please.
As you are struggling towards independence I am constantly
reevaluating my approach to parenting you. You are pulling away just a bit.
Wanting to be more independent. Which is super. I want that too. You make good
choices and I want you to have experience figuring out what you want for
yourself.
I want you to take the lead these next few years. I want you
to take my hand and show me the path that God has planned for you. Maintaining
common ground with you is such a high priority to me, but I don’t want to be
the one who decides what our common ground is. I want you to pick the
restaurant. I want you to pick the show on Netflix. I want you to think about
what I might like when you make these little decisions about what we do with
our free time, but ultimately pick the thing you want. Don’t let me decide what
you want.
What I want most is
to be able to support you in these tiny decisions now, so that when the decisions
get a little bigger you’ll let me support you with those too.
You are smart, clever and funny. You are one of my closest
friends.
Love you much,
Mom
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