Dear Thing 2,
Wow! Thirteen years. I can’t imagine that you’ve been around that long.
Well, maybe not old. But a TEENAGER.
How did this happen?
It seemed like just yesterday I was bringing you home from the hospital.
Oh good gracious… you weren’t the most beautiful baby. It didn’t make me not love you any more. But it took you a little while to grow into your looks.
But a little while.
And I can say that. I’m your Mom.
I have watched you grow into a beautiful young woman. I am in awe of who you are, admire your confidence, and wish I could face much of what you do.
I worry about you more than any of the others. Perhaps it’s because I see me in you and don’t want you to make the same mistakes I did.
You’re confident with who you are.
You’ve provided me with so many laughs…. and so many tears…and a few gray hairs.
And you’re absolutely gorgeous.
I pray for you daily, praying that you will love the Lord with your whole heart and choose to follow Him as you continue to spread your wings. I pray that you’ll listen to some of the trials I faced and realize that you don’t have to walk that path and I pray that I am a positive role model in your life. (Although, I know that I falter more times than I would like to admit.)
You have the world in the palm of your hands and have so much potential.
Have a wonderful birthday and welcome to the teen years. I know they’ll be “interesting” for both of us. Let’s work together to make the most of them.
Love you less than God.