Thirteen years ago today, I gave birth to my first child, a daughter.
Damn. Who pushed the fast-forward button on my life?
Though we have our moments, I couldn’t ask for a more loving, caring, smart, funny, responsible person to initiate me into the ways of teenage offspring. I’m pretty sure we have some tough times ahead, but right now things are mostly delightful. And so, a little ode dedicated to my darling firstborn.
Her little sister thinks she’s mean.
Pizza might be her favorite cuisine.
Her fashion tastes tend toward jeans.
She’s yet to crave coffee (and caffeine).
Her moods have been known to wildly careen.
She’s grown quite adept at venting her spleen.
Sleeping late is her choice of routine.
Her bedroom? Well, it’s mostly clean.
Overall, she has pretty good hygiene.
Her long hair’s brushed to a lovely sheen.
She’s still a cuddling and snuggling machine.
She doesn’t (thank goodness!) dig the Bieber scene.
She relishes her reign as Drama Queen.
Her freckles? The loveliest I’ve ever seen.
Engrossed in a book, she’s always serene.
She loves the word “like”, from what I can glean.
She’s not sure where she’s going, but she knows where she’s been.
So here’s to my newly minted teen.
©2010 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz