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I blinked…and she turned eleven.
My oldest is growing up right before my eyes, and some days it stops me in my tracks. It feels like just yesterday I was holding her tiny hand, and hearing her sweet little voice ask me to play. Now I’m watching her turn into a full-blown little me with strong opinions, a big heart, and a sass that’s all her own.
My Little Helper
She’s like a second mama around here. Whether it’s helping her younger brothers, pitching in with chores, or offering to lend a hand when I look like I’m losing mine and she just gets it. She’s always had a natural instinct to care for others, and it’s something I’ve tried hard to nurture because it’s one of her most beautiful traits.
She helps keep her brothers entertained when I’m trying to cook dinner or catch up on laundry. She steps in when no one asks and shows up for others in small, thoughtful ways just because she wants to.
A Mini Me with a Growing Voice
Of course, she’s starting to find her voice in other ways too. Lately, we’ve been seeing glimpses of those pre-teen years attitudes a little more with an eye-roll, a little more “ugh,” and a growing need for space and independence. And while it’s not always easy, I know it’s part of the process. She’s figuring out who she is, and yes, sometimes that includes testing the limits.
Still, underneath it all, she’s so sweet. She’s the first to offer a hug when someone’s upset. She loves to give little gifts like notes, crafts, handmade surprises, and she genuinely finds joy in making other people feel loved. That’s just who she is.
Bittersweet and Beautiful
Watching her grow is one of the most rewarding parts of motherhood. It’s also one of the hardest. The baby years are behind us now, and that ache is real. She doesn’t need me in the same ways she used to. But in so many new and unexpected ways, she does.
She needs me to listen without fixing. To give her room to lead. To let her help and encourage her heart to stay open, kind, and bold.
She’s growing into someone I’m so proud to know. Someone I get to call my daughter and honestly, my little best friend.
If you’re in a season like this too, holding tight to the final years of “little,” just know you’re not alone. It’s sad. It’s beautiful. It’s overwhelming. And it’s everything all at once.
Here’s to the ones who made us mamas first and to the incredible humans they’re becoming.
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FAQ: My Firstborn, My Mini Me: Watching Her Become Her Own
How old is your firstborn now?
She’s 11 years old and entering that pre-teen phase with a big heart and a little sass.
What is your favorite thing about her at this age?
She’s incredibly helpful, nurturing like a little mommy, and always thinking of others. Her kind and giving spirit is one of my favorite things about her.
How does she help around the house?
She entertains her younger brothers, helps with chores, and even takes the lead on thoughtful gestures like crafting gifts for others.
Is it hard watching your firstborn grow up?
Yes, it’s bittersweet. It’s rewarding to see who she’s becoming, but emotional to realize how fast time is moving.
How do you stay connected with her as she grows?
By listening, spending one-on-one time with her, and encouraging her independence while still being there as her safe place.