It’s official. The Princess is a teenager. Today, she turned - deep breath - 13.
She's been growing up so quickly over the last few years. Barrettes and glittery hair bobbles? Not since she was 8. Bright dresses with tights and black-bowed Mary Janes? Now it's black t-shirts, skinny jeans, and shoes with skulls on them. Posters of cute animals and licensed cartoon characters? Um, yeah, Jonas Brothers. Chats about Barbie dolls and Spongebob? Not since she discovered makeup and boys. And, this year, instead of a pizza party at Chuck E. Cheese, she hosted her first slumber party.
Yes, she's growing up. Changing. Becoming more like a little adult each day.
Today, I was thinking about this, about how my little girl is not so little anymore, and remembered something that made me smile.
It was a hot summer evening and we were outside looking for fireflies. She was almost three, wearing a white cotton dress with blue/green swirly patterns and a pair of pink jelly sandals. Her face was scrunched into a mischievous grin and her hair was brushed back, tied into two little pigtails that stuck out like exploding firecrackers. She was running across the yard, her chubby hands clapping together trying to catch the teeny lights blinking all around us.
Suddenly, she looked up. Stars, she said.
Stars, I repeated.
That the moon, she said, her eyes widening.
Yep, I said.
For a moment, she stood quietly, staring at the stars and moon. Then, her tiny legs began to extend, bend, extend, bend. The soles of her sandals thudded on the concrete of the sidewalk, over and over again. Up and down, up and down, up and down...
What are you doing? I asked.
She pointed up to the sky, her eyes shining.
I jump to moon, she said.
One of these days, her bedroom will be replaced by a dorm room, her roller skates with a car, her allowance with a paycheck. Yes, she’s not a baby anymore, and you know what? That's fine.
I want her to keep barreling forward, pushing her boundaries and following her dreams. I want her to grow and change so that each year she can look back and be proud of how far she has come.
I want her to never stop trying to jump to the moon.
Happy birthday, Princess.