She's only 13 and she is so darn smart...

Ok- She's only 13... She's only 13... She's only 13....
Now why is she so darn smart. Yesterday I realized that I was her age in school on April 18 that I lost a friend to a drunk driver. It was like a rush of memories. The pain, the confusion. I remember watching the TV and the news was running a little teaser about someone who had been run over by a truck down town. I remember thinking.... wow that camera man focused on that shoe... it looks a lot like our cheerleading shoes we wore... Hmmmm. It was like I knew - instinct or something like that. I remember the phone call. I remember the tears. I remember the sadness.
So... why is my 13 year old so smart? I told her about this. I told her about losing a friend. The kicker is, we were mean to this friend right before she died. I told my daughter about this. I told her that every moment while you are a teen you have to be so cautious as to what you say and do. I told her that for over 25 years I still have guilt over what I said to my friend several days before she died. You know the old, your not my friend anymore stuff. My daughter, since she being 13 is going through this very thing right now. Your not my friend, you hurt my feelings etc... I tried to explain to her that every moment that you say something bad about a friend you never know how it can affect the rest of your life. As beaten down as she can get from friends at school she still has a forgiving heart. She already understands. As much as words can hurt she knows that it is just a temporary thing. She told me she just can't HATE. WOW - I wish I was there.... I'm working on my own hate issues. The pain of the words and the being beaten down. The unforgiving hurt and the pain from being used and abused is just to fresh. Maybe it should be my 13 year old who should tell me about life and how it all works... So how did she get so darn smart.... maybe she does have a bit of her Mom in her after all.