Yes, so many beautiful reason to celebrate Sweet 12. As kids, birthdays are about the cake, the number of candles to blow out and the presents that matter most, but, to those of us who love them, it's not the presents, it is the present. The here and now. And although we may reflect on birthdays past and how much our kids have grown and accomplished, and we may worry for a flashing moment what the birthdays of the future may hold, we recognize how quickly 12 will pass by, so we try and respect time and glow in the glory of all that is 12.
As my boy slowly morphs into a teenager and straddles that gap between childhood and adulthood, I will be there to help balance Ryan when he is unsure which side of the gap to stand on and I will try not to make him fall in the gap as I desperately cling to 12 for as long as I can. And even though I was told "no happy tears", by Ryan as he left for the bus today, I promise that at exactly 1:39 PM, when Ryan will be "officially" 12 (and while he is in school and can't see me), a tear or two may drop as I reflect on the significance of 12 and I count my blessings (a number much, much bigger than 12) for all that 12 has given me while I guiltily eat one of the 12 chocolate chip cookies I purchased for his 12th birthday. I really wish he couldn't count to 12.