Dearest one....
As your mama, somehow you being *12* feels like we're standing at the edge of a precipice. Thirteen is next, and then the swirly, spirally teenage years are really underway. As I sit with this reality, I have a just a few things that I need to say out loud...
Please hold tight to your magical view of the world. Stow away a bit of that glimmer of light that twinkles in your eyes, so that as the years tick on, and the path may become less clear, that true light can guide you home. Back home to *you*...the you that right now is so sure of yourself and your place in this world. The you that sings and dances and laughs with your head thrown back until tears are streaming down your face. The you that is open to the wonder and joy of the world. The you that is smart, and dedicated and ready to work hard to achieve whatever you put your mind to. Keep that swagger of yours, but know when to own your mistakes and when to bend to the middle with words that will heal. I love you sweet girl, for ever and always. Thank you for choosing us....