Tonight my new teenager (13!) is celebrating her birthday with dinner, movies and a sleep over with four of her friends. We just got back from dinner and it was fine. I think.
The reason I don’t really know is because I watched my daughter enjoy her dinner with her four friends from across the room because my eldest didn’t want her younger sister at the same table as her friends.
I didn’t make a big deal out of it as none of the other girls have a little sister and my youngest does try to make herself the center of attention when she’s around them. My older daughter’s friends think she’s cute. My eldest daughter just thinks her younger sister is a pain.
So, younger daughter and I enjoyed an intimate dinner for two, (my boys are at the hockey rink) and I must say it was nice to spend time alone with my baby. I could see the five thirteen year olds a few tables away and they were fine, acting like the nineteen year olds they believe themselves to be.
No clowns this year. No pink balloons. No big fancy loot bags and no fluffy dresses.
This growing up stuff is kinda hard – on me.