My daughter arrived! Wow! What an amazing day that was. What ever was going on before 10.10am on the 10th December 1988, nothing has ever been the same since. She arrived perfectly as herself and has continued to assert that precious, amazing self throughout her 25 years. She has had to adapt to our needs and take in and take on lots of things we brought with us to her, yet she remains a strong, unique woman.
We have had our normal mother/daughter moments over messy bedrooms, music choices and all the phases that we go through when negotiating our roles through childhood and into adulthood. I have worked with teenage girls but there is always an extra button that comes with your daughter. There’s an extra layer of responsibility that I never felt adequate enough to know for sure how to handle things, so I made my share of mistakes. Fortunately she has always been stronger and wiser, and has forgiven me, as well as become herself.
I am proud of her for all her worldly achievements, all the amazing speeches and performances I’ve witnessed, the work she has done to make a difference in the lives of others, so many things. If you know her, you know all the great things she’s done. She is one of the most reliable people in my life. Only a few weeks ago I was having a high stress day, one by one, people I was relying on, vanished and I as I was thinking “Damn, who can I really rely on here?” the phone rang and she squeezed in half a dozen critical things I needed, into her already busy day. Her voice calmed me because I knew she would be there for me and her timing was spot on. No fuss, just got the job done, with a kiss and a smile. I’m so very grateful for her.
The hardest thing about being her mum has always been letting her go and sharing her with others.