I have four best friends.
I grew them all in my uterus.
My daughters are everything I would want in a best friend. They are smart, fun, loyal, loving and energetic. My blonde bffs and I are stuck like glue and we do all kinds of cliche girlfriend things together like shop, stay up late giggling and whispering, and pee together. I have to admit that I have always particularily loved being my big girl’s bff. We have a history her and I, an entire decade chocked full of ups and downs, struggles and triumphs. Unfortunately I am sensing that our friendship might be taking a hard right turn here sometime in the near future. She is rapidly approaching age ten and entering the wicked town of Tween-ville. It is getting increasingly hard to win her love and admiration these days and more often than not I find myself stuck somewhere between feeling like a desperate middle schooler craving her friendship and an exasperated mother pissed off that it all went by so damn fast. When it comes to my three younger Musketeers we are symbiotically simple. I breathe…they love me…vice versa. I am awesome all day everyday because I am mom. Them and I, our love is peaceful and uncomplicated. I find myself having to try harder with my oldest child.
And I want to try.
I want her to still think me fun and comical and sooooo cool. Sometimes I let her stay up past her bedtime. Oh yeah! 9 am! We are living it up now girl. Occasionally I let her drink pop while her little sisters sip on water of milk. We are fancy now kiddo! If I need to spring for a bug-eyed fluorescent Beanie Baby in order to win her love for the time being, well I am willing to dole out the five dollars it might cost me to maintain my bff status with my girl. Because she is ten I can still have it both ways. I can be her mother and her best friend.
I know it won’t always be this simple though.
Read on and share my fellow parents in the trenches!