My oldest girl is growing up.
She had a Very Big Girl Day today.
|Filling some big shoes 13 years ago.|
First, she dropped off her first job application. I sat on a hard bench in the elevator lobby and watched her head up to floor #3 of the office complex with application in hand.
I knew if I went with I'd just meddle; I Really Wanted To Go Orchestrate Her Success Myself.
Next, with Certificate of Completion in hand, we went to the DMV for a new DL. Yup. Her first driver's license.
Trying hard to suppress flashbacks of my own failed first road test, I sat in a blue plastic chair nervously waiting for her return.
I had given her permission to Fail. Does that make me a bad mother?
I prayed for her. Any question about bad mothering was now redeemed.
She passed, of course. The chain of road test failure going back one generation had been broken!
We admired her shiny plastic ticket-to-freedom. Nice picture, too.
Next we hit the road again, this time to the local drug store for a valid passport photo. My Big Girl is going to Europe this summer. Without her mommy. Who has never been overseas.
Add the 23 letters from colleges and universities that she received within one week of her published PSAT scores, and have I painted a clear picture of my girl getting Soooo Big?
Yet somehow I get the feeling she wasn't the only one who put on her Big Girl Pants today.
Feelin' small and humble,