To my daughter’s best friend who we have known and loved since preschool, I love you like my own.

To my neighbor’s daughter who I carpool to and from school, volleyball games, birthday celebrations, and Chick-fil-A runs, I love you like my own.

To the teenage girls in my car who vent to me about impossible algebra tests, difficult teachers, and boy crushes, I love you like my own.

To the new friendships my girls build year after year, welcome, I love you like my own.

To my daughter’s girlfriends who don’t start unnecessary drama, I love you like my own.

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To the girls who come over to our house after school, blasting Taylor Swift songs, eating all my snacks, and telling me about who likes whom, I love you like my own.

To my daughter’s teammates who I cheer for at volleyball games and hug and console when their season comes to a crushing end, I love you like my own.

To the girls who are making my girls grow up way too fast, slow down . . . but, I still love you like my own.

To the teenage girls who try so hard to fit in, and get decent grades while managing texts, social media and their parents, I love you like my own.

To my youngest daughter’s fifth-grade classmates who are trying to figure out friendships, please be nice . . . and I love you like my own.

To my girls’ closest friends who have been a part of our lives since preschool, who struggle just like the rest of us, who are trying to figure out how they fit in, I love you like my own.

To my oldest daughter’s eighth-grade classmates who are crushed because they will separate and attend different high schools next year, it will all be okay, and I love you like my own.

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To the girls who have not been the kindest to my daughters, I really do try to love you like my own. These years are hard, but remember always be kind.

To my girlfriends’ daughters who I have watched grow up, learn and grow, I love you like my own.

To my husband, who is raising daughters and never comments or complains about always having extra teens at our house, eating our snacks, picking up and dropping off at activities, I love you dearly. We will miss these years especially.

To my two real daughters who are my world, I love you beyond words because you are my own and my world.

To my bonus daughters, I love you like my own.

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Betsy Moore is a mom, writer, industrial/organizational psychologist consultant, and health coach who strives to help busy moms blend work and life on her blog, BMoore Healthy, and her coaching business. Through her work, she tries to empower working women to gain the confidence to make their health and happiness top priorities. She and her husband raise their two daughters in Pittsburgh, PA.

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