As your long-time mother (30 years to be exact), I would say I know you pretty well. And I do. Mostly. But I’ve learned even more about you reading “365 ‘til 30” this past year. Who knew that you had a deep desire to tango or that you were yearning to spend a silent week in a monastery? I didn’t. But I did know that if those were your dreams and goals, you were going to run headlong toward them. I’ve loved being with you on the ride. You made me laugh so hard. You are so funny and ironic, so self-effacing and, well….. silly, too. And you were so open and honest about yourself, emotionally and spiritually. It made me feel even closer to you. You told us who you are. And I love who you are. And you’re so wise. You’re intuitive and you pay attention. You were always the kid people said was wise beyond her years. I don’t know how that works now that you’re 30. And you know what else? You’re plucky. You have a lot of pluck. Sometimes when I ‘d forget for a moment that you were my daughter, I’d read your posts and see you as a character in a TV show, like Allie McBeal or Mary Tyler Moore (but with soul). The kind of girl that’s undaunted and always bounces back. And you’re always game. That’s a good quality. I was reminded of that quality this year when you tried to pitch a tent and cook and follow your tango partner’s lead and when you decided to take Trapeze lessons. You’re not afraid to look foolish….fortunately.
30 is a good age. You’re going to be really good at it. I know.
Happy Birthday, sweetheart
I love you