12 going on 13 is a hard age. So many emotions. Figuring out who you are. Wanting some independence. With all this angst I am so glad my preteen still likes to tell me about her day. I am so glad she still likes to dance and laugh with me in the kitchen. And I love that every morning when she leaves for the bus she turns around to wave at me because she knows I will be watching her from the back door.