Thoughts on 12
Most of the time I’m in love with the age 12 — the age my daughter just happens to be. I should probably admit that I’ve been in love with every age she’s been so far. But 12 has special powers.
It’s not perfect, but it’s honest (mostly), funny (a lot), sweet (still), curious (often) and independent.
Independent is one of the things I both love and fear about 12. 12 takes care of its own hygiene, but still lets me curl its hair. 12 spends time by itself and with friends and I don’t have to participate. Instead I just check in and make sure 12 is not up to any funny business. 12 laughs a lot sometimes with me and sometimes at me.
But 12 also doesn’t need me as much. 12 figures out its own entertainment and often I’m just transportation. 12 wants to hang out with its friends and not its parents most of the time.
On the bright side, 12 has no reason to not pick up after itself (even if it doesn’t). 12 can get up in the morning and itself ready for school. 12 does its own homework without any parental supervision. 12 has its own observations on life. 12 has things to each its parents.
I’ve often said that 12 is a person instead of a child that needs constant supervision.
Lucky for me, my 12 is not just a person, but a person that I love to be around even when she doesn’t want me to be. 12 is pretty much my favorite person ever.