Life as a tween mom is akin to an Uber driver. Our vehicle is equipped with all of the snacks, chargers and melt-downs of home. But “the middle” is off limits.
“Confident Moms, Confident Daughters,” by Maria Furlough, caught my attention in the author bio. As a fellow mom of an eleven-year-old daughter, I knew the words Maria wrote were meant to help equip my heart.
Discovering the beauty and freedom of God-defined sexuality,” the subtitle read, and I immediately choose to read this book on account of my two tween daughters and the state of life they are fast approaching.
The tween years are rapidly rushing in the gray hair. Life isn’t stopping or slowing down so I can devise a plan of attack. It’s exhausting my emotions and frying my nerves.
Life is picking up speed as my husband and I begin to race through the pre-teen years with our two daughters. This book set me on track to stay ahead of the game.
“My daughter is …missing,” I managed to verbalize, as I ached in prayer for God to protect her.