Adolescence is a fascinating (and aggravating time) for parents. Our daughter is fully in. There are, of course, the physical changes. She looks older than her years. She's taller than her older brother. (He'll beat her out eventually, but she can rub it in now.) It means she can burst into hysterics for no apparent reason (even to her). It also means she's still very much a little girl.
Last night she went to her first bat mitzvah party. She chose her outfit as carefully as any teenage girl. We have a plethora of fancy hand-me-down dresses from older cousins. The dress by itself was much too sexy for an 11 year old, but paired with a tank top to raise the neckline and a cropped knitted sweater (pinned shut- Keren's idea) to cover her shoulders, it was lovely. The shoes were heeled sandals that I could happily wear (and might).
Keren headed off with a group of camp friends to celebrate their first coming-of-age. I waited up late for her arrival home, something I expect I will do many, many more times in the next 8-10 years. We'd been visiting friends, and brought a friend of Keren's home for a sleep-over. Twenty minutes after Keren arrived home, I went up to her room to turn off the light. On the floor were the two girls. Keren was still wearing her party clothes. Strewn across the floor were "Littlest Pet Shop" animals and accessories.
She may be playing dress up like a big girl, but the little girl is still very much in there.
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