Our daughter turned 13 yesterday. I knew it was coming. I’d talked about it for a while. But, the reality struck yesterday when the day of celebration was over. I am the mother of a 13 year old. I, the one who remembers exactly what I was doing/saying/writing/thinking when I was 13. I, the one who still doesn’t have it together, yet am the mother of 13 year old, so shouldn’t I have it together?
For some reason I thought I’d be ‘over’ some of the issues I still have as a mother of a 13 year old – you know, peer acceptance, fitting in, looking the right way and not being a dork, not to mention the parenting side of worrying about money to pay for the things needed for a growing child. Does this mean I’ll be plagued by this for a long long time still? Ugh – I hope not. And ugh, I hope I don’t transfer all of that to my children, but somehow, someway, I am afraid I do. I want to transfer confidence and grace, I really do.
So, now what. 13 years of trying and I still don’t have it together. Sure, some things are better, but I still have a long way to go!
One thing I do know, though, is that my Savior doesn’t give up on me, nor does He give up on our children. His mercies are new each morning; His strength will carry us through; He goes before, beside, and behind me; and I can trust Him. He is a good God. So, I will continue to turn to the Source of my salvation, the Source of my being, and the one who created and designed me and each of my children for a unique purpose. And, I’ll throw in a bit of chocolate along the way. 😉