Please indulge me as I begin with a little song . . .
Well she was just seventeen
You know what I mean
And the way she looked
Was way beyond compare
So how could I dance with another
Ooh, when I saw her standing there
Yesterday was my daughter Hannah’s first day of her senior year of high school. And today is her 17th birthday. Could someone please explain to me how we got here so quickly? It seems like it’s only been a year or two since I delivered a healthy 8 lb 5 oz baby girl at 9:08 am on September 3, 1992. Really, it can’t have been 17 years.
And yet then I stop and look at the beautiful young woman in these photos and I realize that this didn’t happen over night. It has taken years of caring and nurturing and loving to get us to this day. There has been yelling and crying and negotiating and laughing. Lots and lots of laughing.
I can’t help but feel like turning seventeen and becoming a senior in high school is a bit of a turning point. And this point – this particular point – is one of the last ones I’ll have before I really have to start letting go. I’m not quite ready yet, though, and I intend to savor every last moment of her seventeenth year.
Happy Birthday, Hannah. I’m so proud to be your mom.