Yup. It's official - I am getting old. My daughter is turning 28 on Saturday. Just this morning, as I was driving to work, I thought, "Wow! Twenty-eight years ago I was still pregnant, ready to give birth and get on with being a Mom." I had no idea what I was in for.
You see, my daughter was a non-compliant child. She was good-natured and a good baby, really, so I was unprepared for the radical changes that began at around age 4 and continued until she was about 19. That's when she woke from her mom-defying stupor and discovered what I had been saying to her for years: "I'm on your side," or "I am not your enemy."
When she was a toddler and going through her there's-a-monster-under-my-bed stage, I would comfort her with,"Don't worry, dear. The only monster in this house is me." Now, for those of you gasping right now, know that she got the message. No harm would ever come to her on my watch.
She finally left the nest last year to attend Rhema Bible School. The first night we slept on the floor of her unfurnished apartment. While she lay sleeping, I realized I was the same age(26) when I left Kentucky for the new frontier of New Jersey and the adventures of a new life. I cried. I am so proud of her. She is a star; her nickname is Diva.
Happy birthday, Diva!!