What to even say about this girl at twelve?

One year from officially being a teenager. Babysitting. Negotiating about the makeup wearing. Already thinking about a car. That time of a girl’s life where the social aspects can be tough. But her solution to the sometimes pettiness (to put it nicely) of tween girls? “I think they’ve got too much time on their hands. They need some pig chores to do.”

Cliche, I know, but I don’t know where the time went. At age two she was so mature for her age, and already singing for her was like breathing – something she did all the time without thinking about it. And that is still true.

Not sure what she wants to do when she grows up, but the list includes teacher, cosmetologist, dog groomer.

Funny. A hard worker. Sweet. I can’t seem to come up with the right combination of words. She is so loved and appreciated.

Seven birthdays ago

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2 Responses to Twelve

  1. karl says:

    i hope my kids have a nice perspective like that also.

  2. What a doll.Then and now :o)

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