In case you didn’t know, 12 today isn’t what it was in 1992; 12 today really means at least 15. I never thought that putting my life on hold at 18 to take care of this little life would be easier than parenting a teen. It would be almost impossible to explain how quickly she can lose the sparkle in her eye and turn on me as if I were the worst person on this planet. Don’t get me wrong, I love this kid! But it is totally exhausting to try to predict her next move…or mood.
Let me tell you about her. First off, I call her Larry. (She got that nickname from a texting mishap, and then it just stuck. I’m not sure why it is so fitting, but it is.) Larry is beautiful. She has the kind of beauty that radiates from the inside out. It is that elusive beauty that you either have or you don’t; it can’t be recreated or faked. The person behind this kind of beauty isn’t aware of it. They have no idea how enchanting they are. I find it bittersweet for her not to realize this; sweet because she isn’t arrogant but bitter because she is in middle school. (Very few self esteems make out of middle school unscathed.) Not only is Larry beautiful, she is smart and she always has been. I wish I could take credit for this one, but she is gifted in math and 
science both of which are like foreign languages to me. She has never met a stranger and I prefer to keep to myself. After meeting you once she will hug you, but you will know me for years before I hug you. She is hopelessly unorganized but thrives only where there is structure. I, on the other hand, am fairly organized but resent structure. All that being said, she has my flare for dramatics, we are both suckers for a sad story and neither of us can make a fast decision. Larry isn’t afraid to sing out of tune, be silly or have a messy hair. She isn’t a tomboy but she isn’t especially girly. She still gets scared of bumps in the night, but there isn’t much else that scares her. This is Larry and I find her completely charming. I remember as a baby she captivated me. I could lose myself in her tiny features. As she grew so did her personality. Never once has she lost my devotion and attention.
science both of which are like foreign languages to me. She has never met a stranger and I prefer to keep to myself. After meeting you once she will hug you, but you will know me for years before I hug you. She is hopelessly unorganized but thrives only where there is structure. I, on the other hand, am fairly organized but resent structure. All that being said, she has my flare for dramatics, we are both suckers for a sad story and neither of us can make a fast decision. Larry isn’t afraid to sing out of tune, be silly or have a messy hair. She isn’t a tomboy but she isn’t especially girly. She still gets scared of bumps in the night, but there isn’t much else that scares her. This is Larry and I find her completely charming. I remember as a baby she captivated me. I could lose myself in her tiny features. As she grew so did her personality. Never once has she lost my devotion and attention. 
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