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.
Oh, sweet 16 was my first thought, but how many teenagers today would want to be called that? Whether they be sweet or no. Ah, things change. Hope you both have a WONDERFUL b-day…whenever it’s celebrated.
I never did quite get that sweet sixteen thing either. I know I wasn’t sweet at all..neither is my daughter..cranky sixteen maybe? Thank you!
Yes, I’m quite sure “sweet” was not a word that would have POPPED into my Mom’s head concerning me at that age.
LOL..
Aww Happy Birthday Merby’s daughter! We had Barnacle Bills over here – but now gone. ..probably due to the butter warmers. Hmm 16… the adult but can be the defiant adult…the I am an adult – possibly physically but not mentally – it’s a testing time usually. I wish you luck and enjoy the birthday next Wednesday with the ‘Fam’ …do a post about it
Thank you Rambly, I shall..would you like to know an ironic thing? I posted a happy bday on stupid Facebook..not one like!! More of a response on my blog..crazy isn’t it?
Happy Birthday! I’m saying that to you…you birthed on that day afterall. Until I had kids I thought my birthday was all about me, but now I know better. That day belongs to my mom (minus the little pity party I threw for myself this year). And so I say to you, one mom to another, happy ripped your heart out and gave it legs day.
Thank you!! Exactly!! She rips it out on a daily basis!!
A great fucking job. And a great job fucking to get her in the first place!
Tsk Panda..Unfortunately her father is a douchebag, and a lousy lay…lol