I understand it was some sort of holiday today—confusing—something about a chocolate bunny rising from the dead. Christians are so weird. Regardless, a far more important event occurred today: my daughter turned 13.
Some people think that 13 is an unlucky number. Many more people think (with greater cause) that 13-year-old children are scary. I don’t subscribe to these theories any more than I believe in the Zombie Bunny.
The evidence: though she turned 13 today, Tigger had no bad luck. Indeed, she had what was, in her view, the most awesome weekend ever. A confluence of helpful circumstances involving the school scheduling a day off on Friday, many friends with similar interests, and parental coordination meant that she got to attend Sakura-Con for three solid days. (If you don’t know about Sakura-Con you may not be cool enough to read my blog.)
Furthermore, my kid is not scary. She’s smart, strong, and beautiful. She’s expressive and opinionated. She’s sarcastic, quick-witted, and unimpressed by convention. In short, she is a force to be reckoned with.
Tigger, you are doing an excellent job of growing up, and I am proud to be your mom. Happy birthday—13 is full of win.