thirteen used to be my lucky number

My oldest turned thirteen this weekend, as is normal for children who have been twelve for the requisite 365 days in a row. As I’m *only* 32, I’m feeling too young to be the “mother of a teenager”, but this is what happens when you have your first child at the ripe old age of 19 years old. So far, we’ve had an easy time with this kid – she studies hard, she follows our rules, she chooses friends wisely – I can only hope it continues to go so swell.

To celebrate, we headed over to Orlando on Friday and enjoyed dinner at Ohana, located within the Polynesian Resort at Disney World. Pricy, yes, but entertaining and delicious. The kids did the limbo and participated in the coconut races, and we stuffed our faces with chicken wings (Hawaiian style!), shrimp, lo mien noodles, and of course, the world famous Ohana dessert of bread pudding with Bananas Fosters sauce on top. Saturday we headed over to Sea World for the day. I rode on Kraken with Catherine, Jim took her on Atlantis, and we spent the rest of the day enjoying the animals and the scenery.

All in all, not a bad way to celebrate getting older, whether you’re turning 13 or feeling ancient now that your oldest IS 13.

2 Responses to “thirteen used to be my lucky number”

  1. Anna says:

    I honestly can’t wait for that feeling. My kiddo is barely walking so I don’t feel so old yet.

    13 is an interesting lucky number. Why 13? Mine has always been 4…odd eh?

  2. corrin says:

    Ohana is our favorite Disney Restaurant!

    My parents had me when they were 19 and my sister when they were 22. They said it’s the best feeling ever to have two grown daughters and still be in their 40′s with years and years to travel and enjoy life.