Twelve? Really??

Dear Princess -

Twelve? When did that happen?

When did you become so independent, so self-reliant?

Me: I can give you a ride to school today.

You: No, Mom, that's ok. I like the bus. Bye! (running out the door in the early morning light, ready to start another day)

All the cliches run through my mind - you're blossoming into a young woman, slowly breaking away. Needing me less. And needing me more.

Thursday, when I picked you up from choir practice, you started to tell me about your day, and half-way through, burst into tears. We spent the afternoon talking, and ended by my hugging you, wiping your tears and seeing your smile finally break through.

You are the same girl that told me earlier in the week, after yet another verbal exchange when I reminded you again to be respectful: "I've been respectful for 11 years and I've reached my breaking point!"

:: Sigh ::

I love you, honey. Thank you for teaching me how to let go a bit more and still be here for you. Even when you've reached your breaking point.

Happy birthday, Princess - let's go pick up your friends and go to the movies!

Love,
Mom