Thursday's Child

Tomorrow marks the 16th year since my daughter's birth. Hard to believe she was ever that small, but there she is (reading her first book, btw - which she liked to chew on almost as much as look at).

:shudder: I still maintain I'm not old enough to have a 16 yr old.

Okay, so I am. I just don't feel like I should be old enough to be the mother of a kid who's old enough to drive. Thinking back, a girl in my graduating class has a son who's now old enough to drink. Ugh. (I can't imagine high school and pregancy at the same time, but that's another story.)

Anyway, there it is. She's 16 and I'm almost 40. Double Ugh. Where did the years go? Seems like yesterday I was worrying about my own junior year in high school, and now it's her turn. Which college to go to... Scholarships... Driver's ed... (Yes, we're late for that last one, and I'm still dragging my feet on setting it up. Just the thought scares the bejeebers out of me... My little girl behind the wheel of a ton of steel hurtling through space at 65 mph??? :shriek:)

But what's a mom to do? It's not like a can stop her from growing up. Although... the idea of putting a brick on her head when she was younger came up several times. :wink: Soon she'll be off to college and Hubby & I will be a couple instead of a trio for the first time since we got married. How weird is that?

Time marches along, and even though I wish she wouldn't grow up so fast, I'm glad she's past the baby stage. No more baby food and drool and diapers. Now we can have interesting conversations that use real words of more than one syllable. She's a sharp gal with a lot going on for her.

You know the old poem about the day a child is born and how it relates to their future? Well, she was born on a Thursday. According to that, she has far to go. Seeing the young lady she's turned into, I know she'll go far.

Happy Birthday, Kiddo. I love you.