When I Was Your Age…
I hated living at home,
hated school
felt dissatisfied with my friends,
hated having schedules, chores, curfews and
my parents yelling at me ALL THE TIME.
I wanted privacy
craved being isolated
so I could live in my head
inventing a better place
I feared the future
how would I eat, pay rent, survive?
how do people do it every day?
And even though many years have passed, I look at you and I remember that those fears, worries, hates, desires are everything when you’re experiencing them.
Change, my baby girl, is not to be feared but embraced.
I do understand what you’re going through (C’mon, you’ve met your grandmother haven’t you?) and even understand that you have to hate me.
I see your need to let go and I get it, believe me. When the time comes I will happily let you leave.
But I don’t know if I can ever let go.
I love you, Vanessa
(two more sleeps until you’re 18)
Comments (1)
Happy Birthday, Vanessa! I'd like to wish for you all the things you wish for yourself.
And for your mother, I'll wish that someday you have a daughter as wonderfully 18 as you.
:-)
Many happy returns, to all involved!
Posted by: Jennifer on April 26, 2006 5:29 PM
