My oldest girl turned ten this year - reaching double digits for the first time. As she becomes more independent I am posting less about her and writing less about her, but I am so proud of the independent and courageous person she's showing herself to be. This hasn't been an easy year for anyone, and she's had so many different challenges. She's the child that gets all the responsibility and few of the perks of being the eldest. She is the eldest daughter of the eldest daughter of the eldest daughter of the eldest daughter. It is not surprising that she is strong willed and determined. We often forget how very young she is, and how sensitive. As a young child she was my Poppet, my sweet and perfect one who I could never imagine answering me back or being anything other than completely in accord. Times change. Now it is rare I say or do something she doesn't dispute. But this is how it should be and I rejoice that she is finding her voice, discovering who she is and how she wants to relate to the world and those around her. Growing up is tough. But she's got this.