How Long?

She's twelve.

Still so very sweet.

Dispensing hugs and kisses like gum.

Saying, "I love you Mom" more often than sneezing (even during allergy season!).

Asking me what I think she should do.

Laughing at my goofiness.

Wanting to sit in the front seat when I'm driving.

Finding me cool enough to dress just like me.

But how long will it last? When will adolescence steal her agreeable nature? How many years before I turn from Wonder Woman into the Wicked Witch of the West?

Maybe never.

Oh sure, we'll have our bouts. She'll roll her eyes and say it's not fair. She'll stomp up to her room and tell her friends I'm a grouch. She'll long for escape from my lectures and tire of me asking if her homework is done.

But her essence won't change. I've learned that lesson from her older sister. I may have to look harder, but the same little girl will always live in her skin.

She may not always like me, but her love won't waver.

If I remember that and act accordingly, we'll be okay.