This weekend Sarah turned 13. She is officially a teenager. On the path of life, it is one of the big milestones, the threshold to adulthood. She is ready; I am not!
As with all birthdays at our house, we made sure to celebrate it fully. She enjoyed a delivered lunch and dessert at school (I wish moms bringing take-out to school was the thing when I was young). Using only our cleverness (and some clues from the host) we beat the clock at an escape room. Finally, there was the (mandatory) slumber party.
With a teenager in the house, I find myself wondering. Who will Sarah become? Then, memories of my own teen years come to mind and wonder turns to worry. Is she working hard enough? Is she working too hard? Will she enjoy her teen years? Will she enjoy them too much? Is there a right path? Is she on it? Is she making her own path?
Instead of asking questions and stocking up on books to parent teenagers, maybe I should simply remember the final letter from The Breakfast Club.
"Dear Mr. Vernon,
Who (do) we think we are...We found out each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal. Does that answer your question?
The Breakfast Club”
Who will Sarah become? That is not my question to answer; it's hers. Yes, I will still wonder and worry. As a mom, I will still give guidance and advice. As the adult, I will still make the rules of the house. But, I won't be the one to decide who she becomes. Happy Birthday, Sarah and welcome to being a teenager.
That is life in MomZania.