Another birthday for older daughter... I feel her slipping away. But it is good, and bittersweet at the same time.
At 16, she is her own person.
She is an Artist and an writer. I never doubted those were the paths she would pursue. As a small, small girl, she went through reams of paper on her easel. She filled them with drawings and amazing visual stories. At five she taught herself to write. I can't begin to explain how she did it, but she did.
At 16 she is beginning to think about her adult life. She might want to teach. She says she will adopt from Asia to create her family.
At 16 she is so very normal and incredibly unique. I am so proud to be her mom.
Happy birthday my daughter!