Thursday, November 24, 2011

I Am the Mother of a Twelve-Year-Old

Today is Precocious Daughter's birthday. The last time her birthday fell on Thanksgiving, we were on the one and only cruise we've ever taken (and may ever take). She turned six that year and was beautiful, smart, funny, and fun to be around.

Now she's turned twelve. No cruise, just a great big Thanksgiving dinner with us and her cousins. But she's still beautiful, smart, funny, and fun to be around. Twice as much, because she's twice as old.

Next year she'll be a teenager. I'm scared of that. I'll miss my little girl. But you know what? I've said that every time she passed some kind of milestone, and every time the new version of PDaughter was a wonder and a delight. And a pain in the ass sometimes, but I expect that given the parents she drew in the cosmic lottery.

Happy Birthday, PDaughter. Mommy and Daddy love you very much. And we're damn lucky to have you.

I don't use names in this blog, of course (and will delete any comments that do - sorry), but I will tell you that PDaughter gets her middle name from a Beatles song. I could offer no higher tribute to my baby girl than that. Yes, her middle name is Sexy Sadie. Kidding! This is for you, darling girl.

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