4,748 days trumps 1,000!

This is a big day in our little part of the universe.  Can you guess what it is?

I know one of your first guesses might be that this blog post is the 1,000th blog post of The New Forty.  1,000 days and 1,000 entries…that is pretty big considering where I started and my initial estimation of my own personal follow-through.  I have done very few things for 1,000 days consecutively – that is, very few things other than breathing and personal hygiene.  So, 1,000 days is big.

4,748 days is considerably bigger though and that is the really big news of the day.  For 4,748 days I have been actively parenting my youngest child Cheyenne (and that does not include my 266 days of gestational commitment which felt more like 500 days).

She was born on April 1, 1999 and entered quite unassumingly her role as the Princess of Quite-A-Lot.  She has since fully blossomed into said role and now adds the additional (and arguably foreboding) label of teenager.  This is a big day.

Today is the first day of my last foray into the treacherous waters of teenagerhood.  Yippee-ki-yay.  Today Cheyenne officially turns 13.  Of course, in her estimation she has been almost 13 since May 1, 2011.  Once she got about 30 days outside of 12 she started leaning into 13 like it was mere weeks away (which technically it was – 48 weeks away).  If I had a quarter for every time I had to remind her that she was still 12, I would be able to spend a few blissful months at a coin laundry reading books and watching my underwear tumble in the dryer.  Alas, now it is official – she has arrived at the gateway of teenager-hood and I have arrived at my last hurrah - surviving for the final time the parenting joys of raising a teenager.

I am not going to lie…I am a little bit afraid.  There is an abundance of personality in the Princess of Quite-A-Lot.  It may not be my first rodeo, but it is definitely my first time raising a teenager who has been liberally coached by three older siblings with decades of experience with their maternal unit under their belts. GULP.  This could be challenging…and exhilirating…and exhausting.

I don’t want to psych myself out at the outset.  I don’t want to start aging prematurely now over the types of things I will face in the next seven years.  I want to live in the moment with an appreciation that I have survived this before – three times.  I have emerged on the other side of teenager-hood with most of my faculties and hair intact.  When you think about it, it is only 2,556 days until she emerges out of teenager-hood and into being 20.  I’ll just take it one day at a time (just like the medication they prescribe to parents of teens) and do my level best to enjoy the moments.

Today is a big day.  Happy 13th birthday to our kingdom’s Princess of Quite-A-Lot.  We love to you the moon and back! xoxoxoxoxoxo

Day one thousand of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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One Response to 4,748 days trumps 1,000!

  1. Barbara says:

    Congrats to The Princess! Her bedazzled smile must have gone up several megawatts today! And to the Queen-of-Everything: there won’t be a dull moment (as you are already aware of and braced for).
    My older three were 15, 13 and 11 when the “surprise” occurred. There was one big difference when he became a teen—he had nobody to gang up with as did the others. They were excellent co-parents! :)

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