Twenty and Rockin'

Well, hello! Haven't written in awhile. It's been kind of a crazy time in our family, my youngest just turned twenty and this was and has been the ordeal. Not that it makes me feel old or anything, an the crazies just seem to get worse around birthday's or is this just menopause! Well the tears were flowing to say the least. Hugs were given and kisses were shared. Cakes were bought, candles blew out.

My baby isn't a baby anymore with talks of tattoos and nose rings with this big smile on her face. Now, as her mother I see her as a young beautiful thing about to embark upon life with exuberance and this picture in my head doesn't have a nose ring hanging off to the side. I'm an open minded mother and have room for growth, I know this. However, my tissue seemed to be rather full of tears from the combination of birthday and all this growth from her.


Being a mother has so many faces that I sometimes I feel like I should be in Drama Class 101. You smile when you feel like crying. Your happy through puddles of tears, while standing in what they call the "peanut gallery." You think if you sit there and keep your mouth shut, that's the right thing to do, although everything you're thinking is wrote as clear as day across your face. Sometimes it is impossible to know what the right thing or which side of the coin to flip, because you have as good a chance of guessing at what to say. You might as well just be yourself. For what it's worth, I have learned it's a bit like a shortcut, you're gonna end up in the same place anyway, might as well just call as you see 'em. Just buy plenty of tissue, with extra aloe!


So, I've got a good kid. She' making good grades at school and she has a level head on her shoulders. If she decided one day to get something tattooed or puts a hole and ring through it, it's her body and I guess I'll have to live with it. I love her and I'll stand by her decision to do whatever, I won't necessarily, like it, and she knows that. But ultimately it will be her decision. Choose wisely grasshopper! Until then....peace out!