Who is this strange creature living in my house? The signs are coming faster and faster. In just a couple of short years I'm fairly certain the child I've nurtured since conception will become as familiar as a two-headed alien. The evidence is already upon us.
All secrets are out and there are no longer any questions. She knows that Santa drives a Toyota, the Easter Bunny doesn't like Peeps, and babies are created, not delivered in a fuzzy blanket by an over-sized bird. She's already prepared herself for the day Aunt Flow pays a visit and I get weekly updates about who's going out with whom and why this girl broke up with that boy. Clothes and shoes are as necessary as breathing and in less than a year makeup will take precedence as well. It's a scary time for us all but none of these details have rocked my boat until today.
I've been expecting attitude and ingratitude. I had no trouble sleeping when she decided to give away the last of her dolls and put posters of boy bands in their place. I never flinched through any of it because I was her age once too. I know what she's going through and until today I could even sympathize. Then Boyz II Men came and ruined the whole charade. I blame them for single handedly destroying every hope I had of a peaceful transition from childhood to teen. It's all their fault!
The Boyz made their entrance in my world when I was about the same age as my darling girl. I thought they were amazing until about an hour ago. An hour ago I played a handful of their greatest hits. An hour ago my tween responded to their beautiful harmonies with indifference. An hour ago my sweet little princess refused to dance with me when I played the Mama song. That's how I knew it was all over. Life as I knew it has evaporated into thin air like the barbie dolls and building blocks she used to play with. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm heartbroken. My only consolation is that from now on her pastor father and I have plenty of fodder for a good sermon. I guess growing up has its perks afterall. Well, at least for me and my Boyz.
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