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A new journaling experience

My mom is an author and an artist and well, she just finished this girl journal series. I wonder if she kind of did them for me to begin with. I ranted and raved about how much I loved them and how I just couldn’t wait for them to come out for real, I mean in print form. I only saw them on her computer or on paper while she was drawing them. It’s nothing like being able to hold it and treasure it and call it my own.

And the day finally arrived, not for all of them at once, but two to start with! That was good enough for me. I was overjoyed when Dad and Mom gave me my very own set of them. I brought them to school the next day to show them off to some friends and right away they wanted them too. Either I’m a really great sales girl or the books sell themselves. They’re so pretty and girly and my favorite colors so that must be what attracts the other girls too, hee.

Anyway, I sat with a friend who also bought a set of them and we colored away. She started at the beginning of the book while I just colored mine randomly. She finished each page she started while I colored one thing from one page then another thing from another page. She read the text on each page, while I just ignored them all together. She wrote on and filled up the blank lines while I just saw them as part of the décor. Either I have it wrong or my friend has it wrong? Or is there an in-between?

Mom noticed what I was doing and said that she’d also like to start keeping a journal and that we could do it together. That’s fine with me and I guess will be something new that I haven’t really done before. Is that why I’m not getting it right? I think my brain has a hard time following a routine. I have a hard time getting my morning routine done. I start good and well but then something distracts me and I go and do that instead. And it’s not just one time, it happens at least 5 times and by the time it’s time to go, oops, I forgot my morning routine. Oh, but I just love to create and make things. It’s calling out to me, there on my desk. All those colors and markers and tapes and papers and stickers? But I get tripped off so easily. I guess I’m just really scatter brain. Mom tells me that that’s a “creative” brain. That sounds a bit better.

Anyway, since a little while, Mom and I have started keeping a journal. It’s a whole new thing for me. It might take a bit of getting used to but I love it. It’s turning out to be “really me”, this whole “organization, making a habit to keep a journal, following through on things” thing. The best part of it is that I can look back on my book and see all that I’ve accomplished so far. I don’t have to randomly find the pages I’ve worked on. And they’re all special in their own way. I enjoyed coloring each one so far, even though maybe some topics I may be more into at the time than others. It’s a coloring book on all different topics and with Bible verses on the topic, then a little journal question for me to personalize. Then there’s the other one with one side to color and the other plain blank lines to journal on. You’ve got to try them, these books!!! Maybe you’ll enjoy them as much as I do.

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The body book

My parents are into all this teaching about the body thing. They told Brother and I that it’s the age we should learn about it because we will hear things at school or from our friends and they want us to have the right knowledge about it. But I don’t get what could be the wrong knowledge? I started experiencing puberty, says all the books and my dad and mom. Why? Well I have a little few spots on my face (sometimes) and I have a different sort of smell on my body, especially coming from under my arms. Didn’t know that there was even anything under there. But the other day after my shower, I lift up my arms in front of the mirror to brush my hair and… Yikes! Scary! Icky! I’ve got a few hairs under there! Is that puberty too?

Lots of other weird feelings and emotions going on inside of me too; sometimes some growing pains or cramps. I do want to grow up and become beautiful and independent, responsible for my own things so that I don’t have to be told what to do anymore. But, I still want to be young too, to get to play with toys, be babied or given extra attention (and gifts), not have to clean up after myself or learn a whole bunch of things like taking care of my room or cleaning my body and doing my laundry and all that. I guess that’s a bit mixed up cause on one hand I want to be big and grown up so I can use Mom’s clothes and shoes, but then on the other I want to be little and small so I don’t have to fold and put them away or wash them after I use them on. How can I just stay in the middle and have the best of both worlds? Well, I guess I did experience a bit of that lately. Brother has more responsibilities in our house, than I do, cause he’s older, Mom says. He’s waiting for the day that I get to be just as old as him, but he doesn’t realize that I’ll always be a couple years younger, hee.

Mom wants to read this “Girl’s Body” book with me, but I’m just not into that right now. Doesn’t she realize that I want to stay young as long as I can? Because I’ll be old for the rest of my life and I’ll get used to that when I get there. Most of the body stuff, I experience it on my own body anyway. I don’t have to read about someone else’s, do I? Plus, I know God made us all different. No one has exactly the same body type, figure, shape or size. So what is normal for someone else may not even be normal for me. Mom’s such a mom. She wants to help me understand things so that when they come up, I’ll know what to do. But I can always ask her then, can’t I? Thanks Mom, for letting things pass in their good time and for understanding my body needs. I know I can count on you to always be there for me, especially or these “girly” things. But I need some alone time too, without this “body” knowledge getting pushed on me quite yet.