Ah….ten years old. Double digits.
We’re in a new stage of life.
I’m constantly veering between looking over my shoulder for the sweet chubby cheeked baby who always wanted to be held and then looking forward to the independent strong willed woman she’s going to become.
She wants to do it all by herself but gets upset when I won’t help her.
She’s very concerned with what’s right and wrong, fair and equal, infinite and scarce.
She wants to know how big space is, how long is forever, and what true love looks like.
She wants to help everyone and doesn’t understand why people would say rude things because that can hurt feelings.
She comes home from school and has to have 30 minutes to “chill” otherwise it’s a meltdown during homework.
I see peeks of that baby girl…..she wants to be snuggled between James and I on the couch, she still looks for me when she gets hurt, and she still loves her stuffed unicorn, Uni.
But I also can see the woman she’s going to become. Strong willed (lord help me), stubborn about her goals, loving, fierce, inquisitive, kind, sarcastic as hell, a game changer, and a force to be reckoned with……
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