I know most kids can’t wait to “grow up.”
But I never knew how much I would miss my own kid’s childhood until this year.
My daughter, Elizabeth, turned 13 in late November. This is her first Christmas as a teen.
It’s a lot harder for me than it is for her.
For 12 years now, I searched the toy aisles for something I thought she would love. The wish list or letter to Santa was an annual ritual.
But not these days.