Today is my oldest daughter’s 14th birthday, but it’s also the 14th anniversary of me becoming a mother. I’ve been doing this job for 14 years… hard to believe.
The days of stressing and crying and exhaustion and despression are over, but the nights of stressing and crying and exhaustion and panic are ahead of me. My daughter is 14, but she talks about nothing else but getting her driver’s license. She talks about starting high school next year. She talks about her new cell phone, which we broke down and got her… because “all my friends have one”. Yes, all her friends really DO have one.
The girl is now taller than I am. She wears shoes larger than mine. She steals my clothes. Yes… steals. She is super smart (4.0) and does all her homework without me ever having to ask her about it.
She cooks, she sings, she is addicted to MineCraft. Her favorite color is yellow, as bright and sunny as she is. She is my baby… the little girl who wouldn’t sleep alone until she was 2 years old.
I love you Temy. With all my heart. To the moon and back.
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