Holly is Sixteen Years Old

Sixteen... That's pretty old for a baby. My third of three children is sixteen today. She's gone to a movie, and I'll be asleep when she gets home, and for a mom, that feels kinda... I'm wordless. I have the feeling but not its name. Holly and I spent most of the day together, went to eat with Keith, watched most of a movie, I admired her birthday greetings on MySpace and watched her play Halo3. We talked about important things, and goofy things, and I enjoy her company, but I am no longer her source of food or her shoe-tie-er. I'm not even her driver; she got the car keys and left merrily. I feel less crucial, but not less appreciated, which is a pretty good deal. For a mom, that feels kinda wonderful.

two nights ago ten years ago all of them small