The following was a submission in a blog contest wherein I had to write a letter to a child.
This morning you said you were worried that you'd never become a teenager. We were in the middle of breakfast and we only had five minutes until the bus came. I'm sorry I didn't answer your question right then. All morning I've been thinking about what you said.
"I still act like such a little kid. I'm only 9 and I don't think I'll ever grow up enough to be like a teenager." First off, let me just say that I know exactly how you feel. I remember when I was 9 years old, 13 seemed like light years away. I never thought I'd be smart enough or big enough or cool enough to be a teenager.
And then this really crazy thing happened. I became one! And you will too. It will happen without you even knowing it. You'll wake up one day and suddenly realize that you are the big kid. It's kind of like when we cut your hair and you cried because you thought it would never grow back but sure enough, it did. It's a natural thing. It happens without you ever noticing.
And don't worry about still acting like a little kid. Good grief, even I act like a little kid. When I throw tantrums over your dirty room, I'm certainly not acting like I'm
Soon enough you will be a teenager. Since you're still at an age when you'll listen to me, let me give you a little warning. In a few years, you might hate me. Because I will nag you about wearing too much make-up or staying on the phone too long. I won't let you stay out late or date boys or wear shirts that are too revealing. You'll roll your eyes at me and throw yourself at your Daddy's feet and beg him to tell me to leave you alone.
All of that is normal. I felt the same way about my mom. The strange thing is that you'll love me just as much as you hate me. Just so you know, when you say "I hate you", I'll know that you don't mean it. I promise you that I will try my very hardest to remember what it was like to be a teenager and listen to you if you promise that you'll remember that nobody will ever love you the way your Daddy and I do.
Oh yes, you will grow up very fast. You are half-way to being an adult already and I have no idea where that time has gone. It seems like just yesterday that I brought you home from the hospital and counted all of your tiny fingers and toes. Do me a favor, okay? Don't grow up too fast. I miss you already and you haven't even gone anywhere.