Today, my oldest child turns 17.
Jesus.
In 365 days, I will have raised someone to adulthood. Wow.
The Meme-Mandated, Semi-Regularly-Updated, Occasionally Coherent Thoughts of G.M. Skarka
The Meme-Mandated, Semi-Regularly-Updated, Occasionally Coherent Thoughts of G.M. Skarka
Today, my oldest child turns 17.
Jesus.
In 365 days, I will have raised someone to adulthood. Wow.
And we haven’t killed each other in the process! Yay all of us!
Many congratulations on surviving the process to this point.
Must be a real trip to find yourself in this place.
*strains of Talking Heads playing in the background, as you tap your forearm*
D.
Hey…
you may grow old but you don’t EVER have to be an adult. Well, @ least not in the US. ;-)
Wow. Time flies.
Wish her a happy birthday for me, eh?
And yes, themiscyran, I forgot to post a Happy B-Day wish to you on your LJ. That’s because you signed off before the actual day. :) Hope you had fun.
Raising a child is one of those sort of feats that I can’t wrap my brain around beyond the abstract. Heck, I can’t even get beyond the sleep deprivation of the first couple of years, never mind the cost of schooling, clothing, feeding, and entertaining.
She’s a good kid, and she’s damned smart. That’ll take her a long way in this world.