Seems like a pivotal age to me. A lot happened to me when I was 15.
I got my driver’s license. I got my first kiss. I watched my sister get married. I remember feeling so ready to experience more of the world. Being entirely uncertain of so much while also thinking I knew everything.
My daughter is 15 today. At 5:59 p.m., in the time it takes for that second hand to pass, she will begin a new year. A new journey. And I am nothing but optimistic about it for her.
I bought her a shirt to wear for her portraits this year. It says, “Nothing basic about me.” Because there isn’t. She is so unlike anyone I’ve ever met. Even in the ways she reminds me of her parents, she is entirely her own person.
She’s smart. Her analytical mind and attention to detail are sharp. Her reading comprehension has always been off the charts. Her memory….kinda scary. From the moment she began forming sentences, she has both fascinated me and driven me crazy.
She’s beautiful. Not just because I’m her mama do I say this. She is a gorgeous young woman by anyone’s standards. She doesn’t use it or even flaunt it. Probably because she doesn’t know it, or believe it yet. Blue eyes the color of a perfect summer sky, give away her inner thoughts. A smile that brightens any room. Long limbs and physical strength she hasn’t even begun to harness. Bone structure models would kill for. Dark hair turned purple occasionally, because, again, why be basic when you can be cool?
She’s kind. She doesn’t want people to see the softie that lurks inside, so she has a tough exterior. But she doesn’t fool me. That inner vulnerability is one of the things I find most beautiful about her.
She’s loyal. If you’re lucky enough for her to love you, she will have your back. Shank somebody for you if necessary.
She’s a homebody, but also up for some spontaneity. A late night movie marathon or road trip to nowhere. Her companionship is fun and entertaining. Her laugh and sarcastic wit has lifted my spirits on many a dark day.
She takes no shit. I was in a PISSY mood one morning last week and she called me on it in a hurry. I remember thinking how reprimanded I would have been for doing the same thing at her age, but I just couldn’t do it. Because she was right. And she ought to stand up for herself when people are out of line. And I was. And my respect for her increased that day.
I trust her. Shes going to make some dumb decisions, because she’s young. But I don’t fear those like I used to. With every passing year, she has proven her resilience. Dealing with many things her peers have not. Broken families, then blended ones. Anxiety. She’s overcome a lot, and handles everything life throws at her with competence and makes no excuses for her feelings.
She’s not perfect. But this isn’t a post about her imperfections. It’s just a post about her. Who she is. Who she’s becoming.
I’m so thankful that, of all the kids in the world, I got her for a daughter.
She is the light of my life.