Here's a self-portrait Selina took on her birthday. She's so sassy and slightly awkward and… kind of amazing.
Yesterday was my first born child's birthday. She is TWENTY-ONE. She's a young lady. She's a woman of her own. She's creative and funny and sometimes she's a forgetful spazz but she's always good hearted and kind.
Legally, she's been an adult for three years already. She's been legally allowed to drink alcohol for two years, although it's just not her thing, and she got through two years of college without anybody talking her into drinking. She's pretty good at using her stubbornness for good rather than evil.
She gave me a ride to my group therapy class (I mean, that's a good thing for a young person to do, right? Take mom in for mental health help?) and then she got her passport photos taken, which of course made her look sweaty and tired and slightly ill, even though she wasn't any of those things. It's like magic. After she came to get me, we went to the Samsonite outlet and picked out her new suitcase. Next week I'll have enough money to pay for it. The saleswoman remembered us from her 19th birthday gift two years ago. Same routine: stick a label with her name on it and set it aside until we come back. This is just one more reason why I like that small city.
Then we went to Complacent Joe's for lunch. It used to Crabby Joe's, but they just did a huge renovation, so it's all slick sports bar with "luxury" finishes that will probably look like crap in five years. All of the sarcastic signs about good food and bad service are gone. There are a few snarky notes in the menu but that's it. Of course we laughed about this. We ate our lunch while working up bits about how Crabby Joe made enough money that he's just not grumpy anymore. And then we split a chocolate cake.
I absolutely love this person. She is someone I choose to spend time with, and how convenient that she's my kid!
I've been needing a lot of help, and she's been a life saver. She never complains about doing my barn chores if I'm not well. She helps out with the garden. I couldn't do it without her and my ol man. Meanwhile she's been working away on her professional website, getting ready to present her art to the world, and run a business. Oh, and also working part time at the church camp. And cleaning the house. And watching her favourite YouTube people do funny things. And taking photos and cuddling the dog.
Today, she drove her brother to work and then took the Jetta for an oil change. They will split the bill because they share the car and they are both, y'know, adults. A few hours later, she's off to the other city, the bigger one, with all of her passport papers signed and ready to go.
She hugged the pug once more, sprawled on the foot of my bed, then flung her hair over her shoulder and grinned and said something like, "look at me, all ADULTY, driving around getting my stuff together like an ADULT!"
That's my kid. Wow.