I'm in my car blasting the radio singing one of my favorite songs when I realize that I'm not alone. My 11-year-old daughter and I are jamming to Natasha Bedingfield's "Unwritten." This song and the connection I have with my daughter inspired me to answer Rhonda's cry for advice about teenagers last week. I've written about raising a preteen daughter before, but I realize that this is an ever-changing process. I love music and often relate it to life. I hope that this song and this advice helps ease your journey.
"I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned"
I vividly remember my teenage years, and I learned a lot that I'm now able to bring to my daughter's life. For her, this is a time of fluidity, confusion, and uncertainty.
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