She said, “I don’t want to grow up!”
And for the first time, she really meant it.
Feeling the weight of the added responsibilities of being nine, she has decided that this whole aging thing: it’s not for her.
I can’t say I blame her.
I paused to behold her face; to mourn the loss of her rapidly-ending childhood innocence; simultaneously wondering just who this grown girl is going to become.
“No one understands what it’s like to be me!” she lamented.
Girlfriend, join the club.
Welcome to the real world.
It’s not for the faint of heart.
And as much as I want to protect and shield her from it, I’m honored that I have the privilege to walk beside her as she learns to grapple with the truth of it all.
Hold my hand, here we go!