Posts Tagged ‘twelve’
Things I know.
Twelve year old girls play the role of high society women very well
and High Tea is an exceptionally fine way to celebrate one’s birthday.
Sometimes husbands and fathers make the world’s best butlers (but should not attempt to dance ‘the robot’ in front of his daughters’ friends).
and the hired help definitely know how to work a room (and in this case the yard).
While the high society sup on their tea and scones, the hired help play up… alot.
Good friends and good food make special days even more special.
Working on your feet for days on end is hard and you ache in places you never even knew you had afterwards
but when your newly 12 year old daughter comes to you and tells you it was the best day ever, it’s totally worth it.
Aches?
What aches?
12 is an age when everything changes
and mother hearts cry, just a little,
while they farewell the past
and welcome the future.
Twelve
When did you grow up?
I see how you’re changing, I see that tomboy disappearing.
I see the woman that you will become.
Kind and beautiful,
sensitive and smart.
Your whole life lies ahead of you and my wish for you -
as I remember the first time, twelve years ago,
that I held you in my arms,
fell in love with you,
breathed you in,
memorised every part of you
and
promised you that I would be the best mother I could be for you,
that one thing I want more than anything else for you
is happiness.
Be happy, my birthday girl, be happy.
Joyeux Anniversaire! (Happy Birthay in French because Happy Birthday in a posh English accent just doesn’t translate as well).
“Let the wild rumpus begin!” (or the High Tea, which is actually what we are doing today, to celebrate you).