Today is my daughters 16th birthday. I know, they grow up so fast..yada yada.. Last night I started joking around with her, saying “16 years ago, I was lying in the hospital bed, in exquisite pain..”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t start that again..you did it last year.”
I told her I had every right to recall that day, because if I hadn’t endured all those contractions, she would not be sitting here being a smartass.
The truth is, she came forth from my loins. Doesn’t that give me the right to take a trip down memory lane? Bust out the baby pictures? Hell yeah it does.
She asked me what I did on my 16th birthday. My family had taken me out to a restaurant called Barnacle Bill’s, for their all you can eat crab legs. I singed my arm hair on the butter warmer.
She is staying at her friends tonight. Next Wednesday we will celebrate with the family, due to the fact that almost everyone besides me has a job that interferes with doing it sooner. Cue the violins.
A friend of mine told me that once they hit 16, they come back to you a bit. The alien child disappears. A mini-adult starts to emerge. I know I have said this in previous posts, but I do catch a glimpse of who she will be someday soon.
You know what? I did a great fucking job.