Today, my baby turns sixteen, and in typical teenage fashion her day is all about her, what she wants to do and we have all fallen in with her plans. Not, mind you, that is any hardship, as her plans included a visit to a stately home, a walk followed by watching a movie and take-away. There were no demands for lavish parties or raucous nights out with her friends. Once we have had our take-away she has plans to carry on with her revision as it is not long now until she sits her exams.
I look her and I am grateful that so far she has been an easy teenager, and I still can’t quite believe where the years have gone. She has always been an easy child, bright and inquisitive she demanded a lot of attention in her early years but once she learned to read the answers to most of her questions could be found in books. Nowadays, I am the one who asks her questions, she is like a sponge and has an never-ending supply of knowledge though frequently in her imitable teenage manner I will be told to “just Google it, Mum.”
Today, much like the day of her birth, we have leaden grey skies and downpours of rain. the world outside is damp and soggy and uninviting, but inside it is bright and vibrant and colourful as her love of life shines through.
I see her smiling happy face lit up with love and gratitude and I feel blessed to have shared the last sixteen years of her life and look forward to many more. She was the first of my children, one of three blessings in my life that everyday I give thanks for.
Happy Birthday, Sweet Sixteen <3