I had a conversation with a friend one day concerning the favorite age of our children. I said that I couldn't nail that down. I couldn't choose one age that meant the most to me. They all do. Especially the one I'm in. For obvious reasons. Because I'm in the moment living it.
In the past month I've had some conversations with Gracie, too. We have had meaningful, in depth conversations that will always be ours and ours alone. I cherish the privacy that we afford each other. The trust between a mom and daughter that will be special to me until the day I die. But we have also had some talks about how things are different for her than they were for me.
I will grant her this. Typewriters were the norm for me at age thirteen, not computers. And cell phones? Not even a glimmer in my eye. I was perfectly happy to have a phone cord in the kitchen that I could stretch down the hallway and into my room. And then I'd shut the door. This didn't always make my dad happy. My actions were hard on the phone cords.
But there is so much that is the same. I felt like a grown woman on the outside, but felt like a kid on the inside. There were tensions between friends. Not often, but they did happen. There were the new feelings that girls and boys have. I felt like time dragged on because I was impatient.
So here I am, in my upper 40s. And I would offer this advice to my girl. There will be a time in your life that a week will feel like a year. But all too soon a year will feel like a week. Enjoy the little relaxed moments. Hug your mom and dad. Remember where you came from. And remember that you are loved more than anything in the world. This is something I know because I have been there and done that.