My baby turns 13 today.
Right now, she’s at her father’s house. She spent the night there. And I’m sitting here waiting for her to wake up and send me a text message so I can pick her up and we can get the day’s festivities started.
The festivities include five of her friends coming over for a swim, a pizza dinner and an ice cream sundae bar. And then, since it’s Friday the 13th, they’ll watch a scary movie and stay up all night. (Hubs will be sleeping with earplugs in.)
Saturday, I’m making her, and the sleeping beauties, monkey bread for breakfast. And after everyone gets picked up, she and I will pack our bags. Because her birthday present from me is a trip to New York. Four days based out of my BFF’s place in Brooklyn. Four days without too many plans. Four days just the two of us.
The kid has been to NYC a few times before. Her older brother was born there. I lived there for 11 years. And met their father in grad school at NYU. Her aunt and uncle still live there. And some cousins. So she feels a connection to it.
We’ve been talking about what we’re going to do when we’re there and what she really wants to do is just wander around the city, go to Central Park, walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, eat at some awesome restaurants (and food trucks) and, of course, shop.
The best part of giving her this trip for her birthday is that she and I will be together. Together without all of the things that sometimes cause tension and turmoil in our house. A break from our day to day lives. A chance to just experience new things together.
Because being a teenage girl isn’t easy. And being the mother of a teenage girl isn’t easy. But being alone with one, on vacation, is going to be blissful.I can’t wait.
But first she has to wake up. She’s 13 so it might be a while.