I love watching my boys grow.
Being a teenager isn’t easy.
They’re trying to figure out who they are.
Who they want to be.
They’re forming their ideologies and questioning what they’ve been told.
They’re learning about friendships.
They’re having their first real crushes.
It’s an honor to stand beside my boys as they find themselves.
But as the boys outgrow me, the reality is hitting me.
Rory will forever be eight in my mind.
She won’t grow past that.
I can speculate.
I can wish.
But it doesn’t change the reality.
I won’t see Rory grow into a teenager.
No girl drama.
No late night talks.
No rom coms.
No talking about her first love and her first broken heart.
No getting ready for her first date.
No teenage fun.
Teenage years can be so hard to navigate.
But it would have been privilege to walk beside Rory.