Monday, March 08, 2010
Twelve is kind of a cool age. We're just on the cusp of teenage attitude (I see this as a warmup) and she is getting more independent every day. She likes cooking, has responsibility of the cat, has a great sense of humour and is really starting to branch out with friends.
But twelve marks something that she's wanted for a very long time, and it is hard for me to realize that the time has already come.
You see, I made a promise back in 2006 when I sold my first book and she was...eight. Oh my gosh, eight. She said, "Mom, when can I read your books?" And my answer was, "When you're twelve."
She's never forgotten. So, in a few days when that momentous birthday occurs, one of her presents will be a copy of one of my books.
I'm not sure I'm ready. Now, I've read all the Twilight books and I usually read the YA stuff that comes into the house before she does (unless it's 9-12, which goes straight to her). I KNOW that what's in my books is rarely more explicit than that, since I write for Harlequin Romance. It's more...adult situations, you know? But then when I look at the chick flicks we've watched, I know she's ready. I'm just not. I'm not quite ready for my baby to grow up. For her to feel like a trip to the mall with friends is more fun than one of our girlie days. I'm going to miss being the centre of her world.
So maybe the lessons I want her to learn - about being independent, about self-respect, and about love...maybe those will come through in my stories during the times she doesn't quite want to listen.
Now the big question is...which one do I let her read first?