I have enjoyed looking inward and sharing the past couple of days. My posts have gotten kinda heavy so I decided to break that intensity and write about one of my loves today kind of the way thrillers have to break the tension from time to time.
She is a 13 year old bundle of energy, full of character, loaded with attitude, stunning as a model and all this packed into a 4'11 frame!
I had the distinct privilege of entering her world when she was 7. Even at that age she exuded confident independence – which is very appropriate because she was born on the 4th of July.
For 5 years a few weekends throughout the year and a couple of weeks during the summer is all I got to enjoy of her. She and her sibling have endured a nasty bitter divorce and none emerged unscathed – children generally don't. She has always been a daddy's girl and while many games ensued that kept them apart, she and her father maintained a very special relationship. A year ago a series of circumstances (most unbeknownst to us and even to my stepdaughter) led her mom to send her packing. After a lot of indecisiveness on the part of the adult who set this into motion and a long drawn out custody battle, my R's residence in our house became court finalized and ordained. Which was the result of a series of God given miracles, but totally a story for another day if ever.
Divorce, custody, people can be so ugly so I choose to leave this topic now.
R has thrived. She is an honor roll student, a savvy writer, a youth group member and a joy in our lives.
This is her last week in middle school. This is very sad to her. She hates change. She is so much like me in this regard that I don't think I could have had a biological child with a temperament this close to mine. She is going to her 8th grade dance tomorrow night and she is giddy with excitement right now. She is wearing her first floor length gown in a beautiful shade of pink. We spent quite a bit of time selecting it and she happily settled on it after the saleslady and I convinced her that her favorite would better suit her when she attends her senior prom. This sweet gown complements her chocolate brown eyes, deep brown hair, and olive skin tone. She has no date, but is going with friends – our choice as much as hers. Her daddy ordered her a wrist corsage and I can almost guarantee he will get misty when he sees his strong beautiful baby girl emerge as a young lady. She is quite a young lady.
She has met with many challenges in this lifetime and I have been so blessed to be able to be her stepmother and friend. She laughs with me, confides in me, and occasionally argues with me – but we always recover quickly. There is so much more I could share about her, but it is her story – one I am sure she could write very well. She has taught me so much about life and living.
So, as we drop her off tomorrow night, we will watch her step further toward independence and farther away from being our girl. I am excited for her. I thank God that I have been allowed to share this milestone with her.