Yes, I am sad that she is growing up and I can't believe how fast time is flying. Yes, I know that the difficult teenage years lie ahead.
BUT...that's not why I am scared.
Listen, my daughter is still sweet and innocent. But she is getting to THAT age. The age that includes back talking and eye rolling. I'm not sure I can handle it.
It is easy to handle tantrums and meltdowns when kids are young and super cute...and when they still have their baby teeth. Then something happens. They get their permanent teeth that are way too big for their still small heads. They become awkward tweens. They start to choose their own clothes...those choices they will regret someday. They start to choose their own hairstyles...more choices, more regrets.
Maybe I sound harsh. But I have a reason.
This is me. Grade 4. 9 years old.
All I see here are teeth, a mullet, and choices I regret (and a strong resemblance to Richard Marx).
I am scared.