All my life - having been raised in a very superstitious household - I can't help but be a little spooked whenever encountering the number 13 and my husband can't resist giving me the evil eye when, after throwing salt over my shoulder or knocking on wood, I insist:
"YES, it really does help!"
But, there isn't a time that I can ever remember feeling this scared - I mean, I'm talking absolute and unbelievable dread - as I am...right now...about the number of candles to be lit for my oldest daughter's...GULP...13th birthday on Sunday.
Even if you don't believe and think I'm just being silly, perhaps if I put it this way:
My first born (and oldest daughter)...my baby...in three days...WILL BE A TEENAGER!
I mean, it stands to reason - she was the first...in everything - I still remember the day (very, very early in the morning) when she was born.
(1) I remember her first tooth - she only had one, but it stood out in the middle of her smile on her first birthday - and (2) she was the first to ever to call me, "Mommy."
(3) She was the first to give me a present for Mother's Day - a faded coffee mug that says, "#1 Mommy," I still use - and (4) she was the first to cry on Santa's lap.
(5) I remember the first time she got sick and (6) when she was hospitalized, it was truly the first time I felt as if I was going to die and (7) the first time I ever promised the stars and the moon.
(8) I remember the first time I sewed was a homemade Halloween costume for her and (9) how she enjoyed her first taste of chocolate and (10) I don't think I will ever forget her telling me how she was, " Just too old" to go trick-or-treating, this year.
(11) She was the first to have a friend sleep-over and (12) walk to the corner for a gallon of milk or (13) tell me, "I love you...Momma!"
It stands to reason.
She will probably be the first to tell me exactly how much...she hates her life.
I will try to understand that - no matter how gosh-darned hard I try - it is perhaps unavoidable. If growing up means that children will hate their parents, even a little, then I thank my lucky stars...because it seems that we BOTH still have some growing up to do.
[knocking on wood until knuckles bleed]
Happy 13th Birthday, Thing One and - even though I can't believe I will officially be a mom of a teenager - thank you for allowing me to look forward to the next...firsts!
Dating, not so much.