Sometimes, you blink, and then you have a fifteen-year-old daughter. And as always, both my daughter and I shot awake at exactly the time of her birth, before the birds were singing. For two non-morning people, that’s hysterically funny to me. EVERY STINKING YEAR.
Here we have the 15 year old, standing in the warm ocean on Maui, Snapchatting. As one does.
Her birthday day fell when we were just back from Hawaii, this year, and as we bumbled around in the kitchen, getting her lunch packed and sloshing our tea mugs around, I took a moment to give her a hug (which she received awkwardly because she’s at that age) and checked her face for birthday sparkles. She claims they weren’t there, but I saw a twinkle. She doesn’t take herself too seriously. Although she takes a ton of selfies.
The day flew by in a hurry, and we celebrated with dinner at her favorite Chinese restaurant with my parents, but we didn’t do a big cake and candles and balloons celebration, because what she asked me for was a trip to Japantown in San Francisco, and money to spend on “merch” from her favorite anime series. Plus, it was a Tuesday, and at 15, you want to celebrate with friends, too, not just your family. So, we made a plan to meet one of her friends in San Francisco, and I took her to school.
I’ve loved every age and stage, but I am slightly stunned to realize that I love having this teen in my life. Aren’t these supposed to be the hard years? Aren’t we supposed to be having tears and slammed doors and eye-rolling and huffing? We really aren’t, all that much. Maybe that’s still to come?
We headed to San Francisco and bought a series of books she wanted, and a bunch of other little things, a few tshirts, stickers, a necklace and some Japanese snacks. The whole time she was appreciative, funny and glad that I was there (maybe because I was buying her things, but maybe not?) We drove home, and she talked and talked about her friends, school, her favorite shows, fashion, and I just breathed it all in, full of joy that things are so easy right now, and appreciating the relationship that I have with my big girl.
She’s always been a funny kid, but I find myself looking forward to picking her up from school each day, so I can hear her spin on school life. She recently shared that gossip in high school was so much different that junior high.
“In middle school, everyone is all ‘OMG did you SEE how he was looking at her and OMG why does she like him and OMG I am so mad that she danced with him and OMG.’ In high school, what you hear is ‘someone rode a cow across campus, and another kid shoved a whole doughnut right into his mouth. No bites. A whole doughnut.”
Glad to see that high school kids are focused on what matters most.
So, yeah. My first baby is 15, and I’m glad.