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Do you remember when you turned 10 years old and you finally had double digits? Do you remember being twelve and dreaming about your next birthday when you would have that coveted word 'teen' behind your age? I certainly do. I tried calling myself a teenager before I was thirteen, but I knew deep down inside that two digits aren't what made you a teenager. It was that word, 'teen'. Last weekend I had the wonderful opportunity to chat with a 13 year old girl. Her mother was nearby and and one point mentioned something about her five children. The girl immediately reacted with this comment. "Mom, you mean your four children and one teenager!" Next week I will have a "teen'ager in my house. My oldest will be 13 on the 13th of March. He has never been in a hurry to grow up. Not so long ago, he wasn't even excited about being a 'teen'ager. But he's coming around, sure enough: ) He's starting to get mighty proud about this coming of age. I am mighty proud of how he is coming into this age. I know we still have the teen years ahead of us, but he is a joy in my life. I love the deeper conversations we are beginning to have. I love how suddenly it's cool to hug me again. I love that I can trust him with so much responsibility. I love how he is learning to be the man with his little sisters, watching over them and encouraging them to do the right thing. There was a time when I was sure having teenagers would be the hardest thing I ever had to face. I am now looking forward to the next few years with a house full of teens. I really think I am going to get into this! |
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