This is what 12 looks like.
It’s beautiful inside and out. It radiates and shines. It doesn’t look anything like it did when I was 12, and I wish I was her, because she is the coolest girl I know. I look at 12 and want her to be my friend. I would be her friend, but I am her mom, and when she is irritated, I am her Mother, and when she is silly, I am her Madre, and she is always my heart.
This is what 12 looks like.
Hijacked Mommy’s Instagram again..Mwahahahahaha
It didn’t look the same for me on the outside as it did for her. But even though it looked different there are so many things that are the same. The hormonal changes, the bodies developing, the navigating of middle school and new faces and friends and figuring out why friends you have had forever are suddenly mean and ignore you.
I wish I could crawl inside her skin and live these few years for her until it passes. I wish I could take the hurt away when she is left out and ignored. I wish I could tell her how it will work out and she will forget these years and it will pass, but in the middle of it, it doesn’t feel that way to her, and I don’t understand.
Sake…BLECK
But, I do understand, because I was her at 12, even though it looked different for me. I was her. I was navigating and left out. I was finding my way and awkward and shy. I was weird and went my own way and liked my own things. And, I am fine. She will be fine. She is exceptional.
I hurt when she hurts, but I can only watch and reassure and listen as she tells me I don’t get it.
This is what 12 looks like.
Isn’t is beautiful?
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