This is a random post about my baby girl who this summer became a tween.
My mild-mannered, easy going, super chill Selah Bear has become emotionally unstable. Never mind the fact that we spent the summer saying goodbye to our friends, awesome neighborhood, packing and moving to a new city in the suburbs of Chicago. Now my daughter says things like…
“I feel like you’re my sister, not my mom.”
“I like this boy at school.”
“I need alone time.”
Usually, when I’d raise my voice she’d stand there stone-faced, now her eyes well up with tears and I find myself apologizing instead! She runs away from confrontation, rolls her eyes and pretends she doesn’t hear me.
Where did my baby go? But for all the changes, we are closer now than ever. And yes, she is like a little sister. I speak frankly with her, swivel my neck and talk to her like one of my homegirls. I see her smile and her eyes sparkle when I’m my silly self, and she says things like…
“Mommy you’re so beautiful.”
“You look like a teenager, not my mom.”
“You should be a chef and open your own restaurant.”
This blesses my heart and makes me want to cry. But I hold it together and squeeze her tight, grateful for these tween years.
teachquelle 