Friday, May 25, 2007

My Daughter's Birthday

A special little lady in my life turns 12 years old today.

I want to tell her lots of things. How proud I am of her. How special she is. How she has blossomed into a beautiful and elegant young woman.

I want to explain to her that it's tough being 12. That the others in the neighborhood can sometimes be cruel, that she needs to keep her head up and walk proud and respect herself, and have enough confidence and wisdom to respect the choices she makes.

I want to tell her that it's OK to make mistakes. That we learn from mistakes. That mistakes can make us better people. And if we live life afraid of being wrong, or making a mistake, that we never grow.

I want to tell her about how hard it's been being a working single father, but because it's been worth every single second, I won't.

I want to tell her all about how in life, there are always choices, and that it is these choices that define us, that build our character, that make us who we are.

I want to tell her how much she means to me, and how I love her.

And, as a very special birthday present today, I'm also going to change her litter box.


5 comments:

Anonymous said...

you're so fey.....

B said...

Greetings and felicitations to my old neighbor and lifelong friend, on the feast of her birth. Though life on the farm is free of care or want, I have not forgotten the simple pleasures each day held when we shared our prison cell-- the simplest of which was you, dear. I miss winning 12,000 straight games of tic-tac-toe, even though we'd play with only two squares. Nor can I forget your hilarious fits of jealousy anytime our master had another woman over to the house. "When ignorance is bliss, tis folly to be wise." How true. Happee Bird-Day, old friend!

Anonymous said...

you say "fey".

I say "world's greatest dad!"

JR said...

Father of the Year!

Elgy said...

To speak your language:
Happie Bird-day, Ko-Co!
Joy, luv & peas!