We’re in the middle of the tween years with my oldest daughter. Just like those tender newborn years, I’m finding that each milestone with my first born brings its own new set of joys and, of course, new challenges.
In some ways, these years are more perplexing to me as her mother because, unlike those baby days, I cannot fix everything. My presence isn’t enough to offer comfort for the things that upset her.
The thing about eleven and a half is that it is hard. The term “tween” gets thrown around with such cutesy abandon, but this in-between age the name is derived from comes with some “big feelings” (as my kids say) and that isn’t light and cute.
I can’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve said the wrong thing to her, given her the wrong advice, messed up in my approach, crushed her feelings when I meant to lift her up. There’s a learning curve to these years, and this rookie tween mother hasn’t mastered it.
It is a new road, for both of us.