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13. To be 13 was, to me, many years ago, like owning the keys that would open as many doors as I wanted to.
WRONG!!!!!
"I don't want ANY teenage tantrums from you just because you are a teenager today." Those were the first words out of my mothers mouth before she wished me happy birthday. She could have said it yesterday it is that clear in my mind.
I used the same line on my children when they turned 13 but they did what they wanted to do anyway, however, they joined the human race around 20.
What a downer it was to me though. Rebellion. (Sorry mom) That set the essence of my relationships with EVERYONE until I was 19 and engaged. By then I had realised that those keys I coveted at 13 were only mine to use when I turned 21, and despite the fact that I was soon to be a wife, I STILL did not have them.
I did, however, feel very grown up, and that young girl is lurking in the recesses of my mind today as my first grandchild, Victoria-Leigh, turned 13 two days ago. I remember her clearly as she was in the first photo you see above, In the next picture, my favourite one of all, she is super gorgeous, and in the 3rd picture she has about a week to go before the big 13, and she has started her new life with her family in England. Spring over there, and we are going into winter!
I wish for her only good and wonderful things, I pray she will be wise and happy and make good choices in life, and that one day the story of her life with be like a beautiful tapestry, one fit for a King!!
Happy birthday my Angel, you are always in my heart and you are a blessing in our lives.
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