Dear Kid,
Yes, it’s your birthday. Yes, you’re finally 7 years old.
I hope you’re happy with yourself, and all your constant growing and stretching. I just want to know: when will it stop??
Where is my cute, monkey toddler? The one I found climbing kitchen cabinets at 4am and smearing food coloring on the counters?
She’s practicing her Hanna Montana guitar video game, that’s where.
She’s combing her hair v-e-r-y slowly while gazing at herself in the mirror.
She’s sticking out her hips (where’d those come from?) and posing for photos with her arm up, fingers flicked, in the air.
She’s asking when she can start driving a car.
Somehow my own birthdays aren’t hitting me so hard as your birthdays.
Can you just slow down a teeny bit? For your old mom?
No?
Well, as we say around here, I love you anyway.
Happy Birthday, Kid.
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Happy anti-birthday kid!
Yeah, I’ve been doing that dance with my daughter since she turned 6. Now that she’s 10 it happens a LOT. Hips, bootie and breasts (Holy hell!! Why at 10?!?!) why so early? Pre-teen ‘tude. I would like time to stand still for just 1 minute.. possibly go back to see them as a baby again.
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I can relate. My daughter is turning nine next month and I can’t believe some of the things that are on her wish list. Make-up?! A cell phone?! Are you kidding me with this right now?!!