This will be short. She’s turning 13 in exactly two weeks and so I’ve written little about her over the past few years. She has her own Instagram to share her own thoughts and life.
It’s been a rough year. She’s changed schools and houses and is dealing with all that comes with being 13. I’m just trying to be a soft landing for her and to keep the lines of communication open. Most of the time my questions are met with one word or no word answers. But there are times of light too. And some laughter mixed in. I cherish those times and feel the bad times deep within my heart.
I understand when she retreats to her room and I give her space. But I savor the time she gives to us. And I watch from a comfortable yet nurturing distance as she morphs from a girl to not so much a girl anymore.
13 is hard.