The teenage years – I now welcome this new phase into my parenting karir career.
Daughter Patch turned twelve early this month. She’s not quite into the teen years yet, but the inevitable changes are happening so fast. And I’m talking milestone after milestone here.
Days before her birthday, I noticed a tiny red bump on a corner of her nose – the official first zit.
A few days after her birthday, she finally volunteered to sleep in her own room – the official first solo night.
Despite wanting her to leave the family bed for the loooongest time (masikip na eh), I felt some pangs of separation anxiety that night. I went to check on her at 11 PM – she was snoring so soundly. *sigh*
Oh, the official first period? It happened months ago. (She is so gonna kill me for blogging this! )
Her taste in music is also shifting – from HSM and Camp Rock soundtracks to Taylor Swift, Black Eyed Peas and Greenday. (I’m surprised she knows Greenday!)
The other day, I was talking to a couple of mom-friends from school. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to hear that this girl and that boy already broke up; this boy likes this girl but the girl likes another boy; this girl is nursing a broken heart…
As a mom of a teenager, I get palpitations when I hear these things.