Earlier this week our oldest daughter had an opportunity to get her hair dyed professionally at no charge. She agreed to it, so we went and got it done for her. It turned out far better than I could have imagined. I may be a biased father, but she looks really pretty. But it’s hard to get her to understand that. She just feels that it’s dad being nice. See for yourself- this is our fourteen year old:
As young teenagers- those of us who remember it- finding your identity was difficult. Trying to figure out where you fit in, what clothes to wear, what music to enjoy, and so on. I don’t think it has changed much, as I am now bearing witness to my children enter into young adulthood. It’s fascinating to watch. But not always enjoyable to be nearby.
I love my kids. Sometimes, on those rare occasions, a magical thing happens. Those moments disappear. Suddenly my babies aren’t babies anymore. Suddenly they have aged- right before my eyes. It catches me off guard. I don’t want them to grow up. I don’t want them to lose sight of laughter and compassion. They don’t always have to be serious. Life is a game. A game that can be a lot of fun.
Our oldest took a chance on getting a new hairstyle. I think it paid off. Even two days later, the magical unicorn named “Happy the Teenager” is still around. I hope this version remains until New Years.
One can only wish.