It was a Saturday night a few months ago, and my two younger kids were on a sleepover with their cousins at my parents' house, C was out celebrating a friend’s birthday and wouldn’t be home until late at night. It was just me and my 15-year old daughter. We had just come home from attending a thanksgiving dinner, and she wanted to watch Mean Girls together. And so even if I’ve seen it so many years ago, I forced myself to watch it again with her. So there we were, laughing together at all the funny parts and agreeing how “uncool” and “pa-cool” the mom of Regina George was.
It was at this moment, when we were laughing at the same things, that I realized…
I absolutely adore having a teen!!! I love, love, love parenting a teen! I have never really been a “baby person.” I find infants too needy… they need help with everything?
Personally, the older my kids become, the more I like being with them. Ooops! Did that come out bad? But it’s true! Hahaha!
Life has grown to that bittersweet moment when the oldest one (me!) has the smallest shoe size!