It is actually quite useful. She can reach things on the top shelf that I can’t which keeps me from resorting to the “knock it down with a wooden spoon” trick I learned from my Granny. In addition to her height she also inherited my husband’s large feet and she surpassed me in shoe size six months ago. It is incredible to me how quickly these thirteen years have passed by. It seems like just a few days ago I was bringing this sweet little baby home. She had deep dimples, a head full of black hair and big feet. She’s the one who made me a mom when I was 24 years old.
And now I’m getting close to the big 4-0 and she is a teenager. Gone are the days of watching Elmo and Blues Clues, replaced with Doctor Who and anime. My little girl in piggytails and pink now has a pixie haircut and prefers to wear black band t-shirts. We used to listen to Kidz Bop together and now we discuss classic rock and listen to Fall Out Boy.
I’m watching my little baby grow to be an amazing young lady. She is smart and has a quick wit and a great sense of humor. She has a huge heart for people and is a wonderful helper. She loves working with the children’s class at church and she sings in the youth group band. She serves our community on Saturdays by handing out meals to those in need. She also promotes and assists with service projects in her youth group.
And don’t care how tall or how emo she is–she is still my little princess.