Liesel is officially at the age where she gets to straddle the fence a bit. As we push her into adult responsibilities, she lays claim to her vanishing childhood. That's the beauty of being a teen- you can go either way. This year has handed me more moments of stunned realization that Liesel is growing up more than any other. Somewhere in the back of my mind "She's just a Freshman" resided and now and again that got knocked down. She's not just growing up, physically she is almost completely grown. So many major life decisions are nearly at her feet.
Liesel doesn't get sick often I chalk it up to her early years in daycare where she got every bug under the sun. Recently she got sick and I mean REALLY sick. She looked pale and gray, she couldn't keep anything down including water. We tried Pepto Bismol and her body rejected that. Clearly she needed to let her body rest to try and beat this bug. She was too weak to walk up the stairs so Brent tenderly scooped her up. She's my girl on fire but she's still my baby.
She needed to sign a YW camp form so I woke her up and told her I needed her to sign this form saying I get 30% of anything she earns for the rest of her life. She groggily looked at the form and said, "Huh? Oh YW camp..." I told her that was a test because Victoria's mother tried to get her to sign away her rights as queen when she was horribly sick and she refused. Liesel didn't seem to see this conversation as the victory I did and after she signed the camp form she rolled over and immediately went back to sleep.
We enrolled Liesel in a Driver's Ed course- otherwise she would have to wait to take it over the summer through the high school. There are already enough conflicts with Girls' Camp, FSY, Spanish Camp and Cougarette Camp that was going to be a challenge. Not to mention I am hoping against hope she can manage to find a job! So we spent the money for the course and just one week in she was able to get her permit. The next day I had her drive us all to church.
It's worth noting the girls pretty much fight nonstop from the moment we leave the house to the moment we sit down in our pew. Actually that's not true, they fight throughout church as well. This time, the car was completely silent. It felt like every large truck was on the road and after assuring her the huge white one behind us was nice, they honked and she was rattled all over again. We made it, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief:
We believe there are keys to the Priesthood which Heavenly Father has given for us to exercise his power here on the earth. I've spent so much time in the toddler trenches I was not fully prepared for the feeling of the day you hand over the car keys. I thought I would be so cool about it- no big deal. It was something else. I wondered if Heavenly Father felt the same way- reticence, knowing we would screw it up, exhaustion trying to keep us from killing ourselves... I wonder.
Happy Birthday Liesel! Your have a bright future ahead of you!
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