I Have a Tween Girl

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I have a tween girl.
Who often makes my lips curl;
From the rolling of her eyes,
To the irritated sighs.
I have a tween girl.

I have a tween girl.
Whose texting numbers would make your head swirl;
She rarely thinks her parents are great,
That is unless we agree to let her stay up late.
I have a tween girl.

I have a tween girl.
Who dreams of diamonds & pearls;
She is caught somewhere between,
Totally confused and figuring out what life will mean.
I have a tween girl.

I have a tween girl.
Whose emotions are often in a whirl;
You never know if she will smile,
Or totally hate you for awhile.
I have a tween girl.

I have a tween girl.
Who’s trading in pig tails and curls;
For straightening irons,
Lip gloss and teenage concerns.
I have a tween girl.

I have a tween girl.
Whom I wouldn’t trade for the world;
From her giving personality,
To her humorous originality.
I have a tween girl.

This is an original poem that I wrote about my Chloe Bella. We have entered those tween years (very soon to be teen), the ones I told her I wouldn’t do (Didn’t you know…..I give our children away at the age of 11 to avoid such things!).

This poem was inspired by the subtle ways I feel myself shifting in order to accommodate this new stage. The articles I find myself gravitating to, the books I am reading, the questions I ask, the information searches I do, and the things I worry about are all changing.

I find our lives shifting, in ways I didn’t necessarily expect. I have heard it said that, “Remembering is not the same as understanding,” and I am finding that to be so true. I do remember so much from these years, but I think I often want to make light of it, or try to explain it to her, as if that will make the light go on and she will suddenly have all this wisdom and knowledge! I know she has to find her own way, and I can only hope to offer her suggestions and paths that will steer her in a positive direction, but ultimately it is up to her.