At the end of this month my Abigail is turning 13 years old. She couldn’t wait to be a teenager ~ 13 was the magic number. I will be honest and say that I was a little nervous to parent a teenager…ok, a lot nervous. I knew that it was a huge responsibility and I didn’t want to mess it/her up. A week before she went to Heaven I remember sitting on her bed chatting with her about something pertaining to school.
As she was talking I could see it, her teenage attitude, and it was lovely.
I asked her if she felt lovely and she asked what I meant by that. I told her that I was nervous about this transition in her life and how I was going to do parenting her through it. I told her that so far all I could see is that she was lovely. I asked her again, “do you feel lovely?”
She turned from what she was doing and gave me her signature smile and said, “Yes, I feel lovely.”
I’m so glad we had that conversation.