Our firstborn is 10. A pre-teen. A tween. She’s interested in pop-culture, her looks are changing, and her thoughtful opinions allow her to hold her own in grown-up conversations. As is typical for a young lady at her stage, she loves her friends and would almost always (ok, always) prefer their company over her parents and siblings. The old cliche is true, they grow up quickly. Some might say too quickly. [Hand raised.] But her childlike wonder is still very much alive. And for that my mama’s heart is grateful.
