It has been brought to my attention that Syd was not my only child with a half birthday this week. I did know that Betsy turned 17 and a half, I just don’t write much about her on the blog these days because she isn’t always keen on it….but in order to ensure equality amongst my children, here goes….
17 and an all important half, almost an adult, yet still firmly my child. You know what I say ‘You will always be my baby.’
How hard this spell of parenting is, I can’t always make it better, you don’t always want me to. Gone are the days of kissing scraped knees. If I could kiss you better in a way that would help at this difficult, confusing age, I would.
You are so beautiful, but can’t see it.
You are a pleasure to take out anywhere, I am always getting complimented on what a lovely girl you are.
You are completely incapable of keeping your room tidy.
You are a natural with children, far more than I am, and one day, if you want to, you will be a lovely Mum. Until then you want to turn your wonderfully caring side to helping others by aiming for a career in health care of some sort – currently torn between nursing and occupational therapy. Whichever you choose will be lucky to have you.
You have good and terrible taste in music, and seem to have inherited my love for boys in bands……I would tell you to avoid them, but it hasn’t turned out too badly for me!
You like chicken. And pop tarts. And ice cream. And some of my cooking. And pizza.
You worry too much.
You have some lovely friends, and I am glad they are there for you when you feel you can’t talk to me.
You are my first-born, and I couldn’t love you more if I tried. I am sorry if I don’t always have enough time for you with the demands of the younger two, but I will make more time if you ask.
You are brilliant.
Love Mum xxx