for my baby on her 16th birthday

My daughter turned 16 today. I can't believe it.

I remember being pregnant with her and feeling her move for the first time. Relaxing on the couch, my husband laying his head on my very large belly, talking to her, playing music for her.

I remember three days of labor with that child and being so relieved from torture when the doctor gave me the epidural.

I remember holding her in my arms for the very first time, after my mother "Grammy" counted all of her fingers and toes. And called her name. "A...." She actually tried to move her head in the direction of Grammy's voice.

I remember a quiet baby who only cried when hungry, dirty or tired. One who liked to look around and listen to Jonathon Butler and Anita Baker.

I remember her walking at 9 months, and our worlds changing forever after that.

I remember the first birthday and that cute little dress with the minnie mouse sandals that she wouldn't take off her feet for anything.

I remember a 16 month old who was ready to be potty trained because she wanted to wear "Little Mermaid" panties. She never wet them, not once.

I remember her learning to read at age 4 and never looking back. To this day, I can't buy books fast enough.

I remember the kindergartner who was going to be placed in first grade, but she was too shy to make friends.

I remember the first student of the month award and all the academic awards that followed.

I remember the acceptance letters to the private schools we were considering for junior high and high school. She decided where she wanted to go. We had long debates about that. She still won.

I remember the first day in that completely new environment, but she loved every minute of it.

I remember hugging her this morning, wishing her happy birthday, holding back tears. And being so proud of her.

I will cherish all of these memories and many more.

I will always remember.

Constantly on the move

Saturday stared with the alarm clock blaring at 530AM. The daughter had a track meet two hours away and needed to be at her school to catch the team bus by 630AM. Gee, thanks.

We went from there to the boys school to help set up for a pancake breakfast and enrollment festival. I think it was about 645AM when we arrived at there.

We left the school at 8AM driving for 45 minutes to a 2 day basketball tournament. The first of the 3 travel teams my husband coaches played at 9AM. Game times were 915a, 1145a, 1pm, 215p, 445p and 715pm. We lost every frickin' game!

I think we left the gym at 830PM. I don't know for sure. All I know is that is was dark outside.

We got home at 930pm I think, with 3 extra kids in tow. Parents weren't home or missed the pick up point. Whatever. I ordered pizza.

We got to bed by midnight and the damn alarm clock was jolting me awake by 6AM Sunday morning. 2 of the teams had 8AM games, the last one was to play at 1145AM. And to top it off the daughter had a game at 12N. I told her to find a ride.

The boys won two out of three games on Sunday, that was cool. And the daughter won one of two of her games. Coolness again.

I was so worn out, when we got home I collapsed on the couch. After I marinated some chicken to put in the roaster oven, mind you.

And then it was Monday. Holy crap.