This is my Emma (in black) and her friends. Today she turns 12. She is the reason I never went back to home schooling after language school. She is such a social butterfly that it would kill her to stay home day after day. She absolutely loves school, everything about it. The Lord has given Emma a large circle of missionary friends here in CR.
Right around this age girls normally divide into two camps, the little girls and the big girls. The little girls still play with their dolls, still draw and write, still say they love their teachers. The big girls are moving more towards the teen years. They bop around with ear buds plugging music into their heads. They stare vacantly at their texting device of choice. And they spend longer and longer amounts of time preening in the mirror before they go anywhere.
Maybe because she’s a middle child, Emma is successfully straddling both worlds. She’s making her metamorphosis gradually, and I’m happy about that. (I’m not ready to pack up the dolls yet.) She had a “Cup Cake Wars” themed birthday party. At the party, we gave her make up for the first time. All the girls ran screaming and squealing up stairs to give each other make overs. They came back down all sparkly and jazzed up, ready to curl up with their pillow pets and watch “Little Women”.
Happy Birthday to my Emma Daisy, my very own American Girl Dolly. I hope you love your new iPod. ❤
Why haven’t they developed a vaccination for adolescence? Why bother searching for a cure for cancer when only a certain percentage of the population will ever get? Better to focus on something we all go through at least once with our own raging hormones and often go through again when we have children.
Last week I invented a new word to describe my middle child in her pre-teen mood: “Attitudy”. It can be either an adjective describing her in this phase or an adverb describing her actions. It is a good word. It accurately describes how I feel about eye rolls, a sassy tone of voice, and sullen pouting. The word has kind of a bathroom quality about it. Only a potty word can accurately capture the essence of the tween. Yes, Attitudy is a useful word, and you’re welcome to use it too.
Maybe instead of searching for a medical option to cure adolescence, we should look into some kind of residency program, like a cross between summer camp and an insane asylum. We could call it… Boarding School. It’s got a ring to it. “Attitudy Academy”. What do you all think? All in favor of Boarding School for the temporally insane pre-teens say AYE!
Lord help us. No wonder in the Bible we often see young teenage Bible characters out in the fields tending the sheep. Probably they were just disrupting the peace of the home too much, so their parents sent them waaaaay out into the fields. They needed to be alone and to blow off some steam by throwing rocks at giants and such. I’m just hopping this one doesn’t sell her sister to a band of traveling Midianites. (I’ll have to make a mental note to steer clear of anyone traveling by camel.)
Although not Biblical, the story of Sleeping Beauty is making a lot more sense to me now: just put her into a coma until we can marry her off. Well, maybe I’ll have to keep searching for that vaccination for adolescence.
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