Saturday, August 20, 2005
Happy Birthday Adeesha
Today my sweet beautiful daughter turned 17. By this time next year she will be in college. Unfortunately, if her school starts before the 19th she will enter college at the ripe old age of 17. She woke me up at 6:15 this morning. "What is today she asked?" as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and before I could speak she said, "you don't know what today is?" She was upset because she thought I had forgotten. You see I didn't open my eyes quick enough and scream, "it's your birthday, it's your birthday." So she assumed that I forgot. Jumping out of bed I said, "Happy Birthday baby, I didn't forget". Then suddenly it hit me my baby is 17. Wow! Where did the time go? I can remember it just like yesterday when I was trying to conceive. I took Geritol with iron, my husband wore boxers, and we tried to hold it in (think about it). We wanted that baby and when she was born she was even sweeter than sugar and you know what she still is. We have never been called to the school for things that she has done negative. She has never been in a fight or caught bashing others. (Crossing my fingers) But she has served the poor at functions like shelters, Christmas parties for the needy, delivered Christmas gifts that she gave away because I taught her that for those whom much is given, much is expected! I didn't want to bring up a selfish spoiled and disrespectful child. I wanted someone who cared about others and wouldn't mind being her brothers' keeper when she needed to be. She is quiet, patience and has even taught me many things. Sure her dad and I wanted her to be a straight A student, but we are happy to have a healthy child who fights to accomplish her dreams. Yet she has a lot of maturing to do. Because she has been somewhat a sheltered child, by sheltered I mean she is from a family who had rules, taught her to respect, had a curfew and was expected to study. She could not run the streets. She could not leave the house without asking to go places. You know how some kids just up and go to the mall or where ever without asking and their parents are worried because they do not know where they are. Not my child. If she wants to go somewhere she always call me and ask, "mom can I go to the mall with Danielle." But she always asks me. Yesterday she got out of school early and she called me at work. "We got out early and I'm going to lunch with a couple of friends, Danielle and Brittany." I wanted to say so badly as I have done in the past, "let me speak to Danielle." This time I bit my tongue and held back. When I got home a couple of hours later, she greeted me at the door. "Danielle said when I got off the phone, "I'm surprised that your mom didn't ask to speak to me." I wanted to bad. But I am trying to allow her to be responsible and trustworthy. Because she has to learn to make rational decisions so that she can do that away from us. I just grabbed her and said my baby is 17. Thank you so much for always calling and asking me can you do things. Thank you I said for being such a sweet child. I'm not bragging. I spent days crying and pleading with God to give me a baby. I had difficulty getting pregnant. I told God that if he gave me a daughter I promised that I would raise her with values, integrity and love. I promised to educate her, feed her, clean her and cherish her. I believe that God is proud...But I pray that he will strengthen her parents’ heart and help us not to show up at her college on weekends. Am I over protective, yes I admit it. I wanted this baby with every fiber in my bone and I wanted to protect her. So everyday I loosen my gripe just a little bit. Trust me I am seeking support to do this. I am not the only parent like this. I'm just more vocal. My lesson is this...if you pray for something and you are blessed to receive it, take care of it and when it is time to let go, pray for strength to do so.