Eighteen years. At eighteen, the world is out there for you. It's ripe, ready for tasting. For most of us, it was the best time. Back then, we were "adults" We could drink, vote, join the army, get married. Many of my classmates did. Now, I don't know very eighteen year olds who are "adults". I don't think I was an adult at eighteen either-emotionally or mentally. Most of us were pretty naive and sheltered. I know I was. Maybe that was a product of my family life or where I grew up. I just recall that my first year in college, was - let's say-a transition period for me.
My wish for my daughter's eighteenth year is all good things. I hope she experiences that big earth shattering mental shift that inevitably will come sometime. I hope it's the mental shift that results in some reflection and growth and not panic or mistrust. Sometimes, I get a glimmer of her realization that she is a distinct individual-totally capable of knowing, seeking, understanding the world with no influence from anyone. That glimmer has been slightly annoying lately, to tell you the truth.
But there will be that moment when the world for her will be honest, real and sincere and I can't wait for that day. I remember the day with my mom, when she just looked at me and signed... "you really have learned a lot of new things?" I smiled. Of course, I didn't know very much then. I am still learning and making mistakes, but you live through them.
So, I hope my 18 year old has the best year of her life. She truly deserves it. A year filled with hope, excitement, joy and wonder.
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