Ten years ago today, in Portland Oregon, Amanda was born.
I remember looking at her perfectly plump rosy cheeks, thinking "That's what I've been carrying all these months? Welcome, Baby."
She arrived two weeks early, and seemed to sleep for most of those first two weeks. She continues to be a good sleeper, and also to know when she needs to take a step away, even though she's happy to be at the center of the action as well.
I am proud of the young woman she's becoming: friendly, self-confident, creative, independent, enthusiastic.
She marches to the beat of her own drummer. That will not always be the easiest path for her, but if she stays true, I believe that she will be happy and well-adjusted and self-aware.
She reminds me a bit of myself. Being popular was never my primary goal. I wanted to be liked, but I didn't care by how many necessarily.
She's like me, but I'm also reminded frequently that she's not me. She has strengths that I didn't have, and I'm sure she has weaknesses that I didn't struggle with (as well as unfortunately some that I did).
Happy Birthday to my first-born daughter: my tween -- no longer a completely dependent child, but not quite yet that woman that I hope and pray will become a lifelong friend.