Yesterday was my older daughter, Katie's, 17th Birthday! Whoa! How the heck did that happen? Looking back the years seem to have flown by. It doesn't seem possible that the tiny, fragile little baby I brought home from the hospital is about to start her senior year in HS. And that next year at this time, she will be getting ready to spread her wings and leave the nest. Somehow 17 seems so much more grown up than 16! I can only imagine how 18 will feel. *shudders*
I can still vividly remember sitting on the sofa with four day old Katie in my arms. I was an hormonal post-partum disaster and I was sitting there holding her and weeping. I was so sad because she was already "four days old". Even then time was flying by. If only my future self could have reached back in time and given myself a hug. I would have held on tight, eyes tearing up and I would have commiserated. I would have said, "Yes, I know. It's unbelievable. Your baby is growing up. Right in front of your eyes. Hold on tight."
And hold on tight I have done - for most of the past 17 years. Of course, I've had to loosen up the reins the bit over the past few years. And yet here I sit. Feeling the reins slipping right through my fingers. Well, I'm not going to let them go completely yet. I've got one more year. I'm going to take my own advice and "hold on tight".
Happy Birthday, Katie. I love you more than you can imagine. And as much as you need me to let you go now, I want you to know that I am always here for you to come back to. You will always be my baby.