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Dear Older Girl

Dear Older Girl,

You, the older teenage girl...you see that little ten year old girl over there? Yeah, she's a loud, moody, silly preteen girl. She's gangly, and doesn't know what to do with all the big emotions she's starting to feel. This is the time she needs you. She's not as baby cute as she was when she was four or five. It is easier to overlook her now, but please don't. She's watching you. She's wanted to be you for longer than you probably know.
Try to remember six or seven years ago when you were her age. Remember how excited you felt when the older girls paid attention to you? That's where she is right now. She's stuck somewhere between a child and a teenager, in her own little purgatory. She's discovering her likes and dislikes, and getting more freedoms in the world, which can be a little scary. She needs a role model, and you're who she is watching.
I'm not asking you to be her best friend, big sister, or spend every free minute with her. Just a friendly word sometimes, a smile, or a short conversation. As you walk by her to go play with the cute little Kindergartner, pause for a minute and ask her how she is. Take a few minutes and play with her. I promise you won't regret it. Ten year olds can be witty, smart, and fun to be around. You might find yourself laughing and having a good time. I know it would mean the world to her.
I realize you are dealing with your own issues, navigating a bigger world and doing your own growing. I was there once. Sometimes having someone who has no expectations, or demands from you, other than to have a few minutes of your time, can be refreshing.

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