I am coming of age as a Mum. I have successfully raised a child from birth to adulthood, and I am only marginally more insane than when I started. I cannot believe she is eighteen, but equally I cannot remember life without her.
I have been a bit crap at marriage and that, my longest relationship faltered just before the ten year mark (though I have high hopes this one will go the distance!). I left home for the first time at seventeen, so she is officially the person I have lived longest with.
In 13 months-ish that may be over, at least in a full time capacity, as she is hoping to naff off to Uni then, and I simply cannot imagine daily life without her. *grabs tissues at the very thought*
In the 18 years since we first met she has driven me through every known emotion – joy, fear, panic, anger, frustration, happiness, and beyond all of the others – love. My first-born, the baby who transformed me from girl to mother at just turned twenty three. I could not have imagined how much I was going to adore her before she was born, or how I would go to the ends of the earth to protect her. And nothing has changed much, woe betide anyone who hurts my baby girl – I still have to stop myself ringing her mates if they upset her in the usual teenage fashion.
She is utterly hopeless and utterly brilliant at the same time. Her room is a mess but her heart is enormous. She wants to be a teacher, and has just completed work experience at a school, which she adored, particularly working with the disabled children in the class. She will be brilliant at it – small people swarm to her natural warmth and smile.
She is so beautiful, and can’t see it. She is funny and daft and gullible and looks for the good in things and is easily hurt by those with less kind ways. She is stubborn, boy she was a tricky toddler, more determined than me, often winning our stand-offs. But go her, I am a doormat, I am glad she isn’t so easily swayed!
She has taught me how big my heart is. She has taught me to relish the joy of watching the world through someone else’s eyes, and the pain of having to let her make her own mistakes and wiping her tears.
Welcome to adulthood Betsy May, although you have a little while left before the true dullness of bills and practicalities hit you – make the most of it! Enjoy your beauty while you are young, and enjoy the journey – even the crap bits usually lead to good bits and the travelling is often as good as the destination.
And don’t forget, you will always be my baby,
Love Miss Mum Cisco XXX