Life with a Tween Girl
Walking into her room told the tale of our tween age / middle age angst. I’m in a season of letting go. I want spare, clean . . . space. She seems to thrive on clutter. I’ve developed a reverence for time that makes it sacred. And she, well she’s barely aware of it. Time is for wasting and there are never enough hours for sleep. She, of the Taylor Swift generation, could sleep all day. She of the rolling eyes and slumped shoulder attitude. It’s hard to know how to reach her. She’s sensitive and fragile and everything in…