{"id":379730,"date":"2010-08-16T13:39:00","date_gmt":"2010-08-16T13:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/2010\/08\/16\/family-momentum\/"},"modified":"2010-08-16T13:39:00","modified_gmt":"2010-08-16T13:39:00","slug":"family-momentum","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/2010\/08\/16\/family-momentum\/","title":{"rendered":"Family Momentum"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><\/div>\n<p>Yesterday, my beautiful daughter turned sixteen. So many years. So many smiles. Such a delightful part of my life, our lives, she has been. I have watched her grow into a stunning young woman. &#8220;You&#8217;re a swan,&#8221; I recently told her. And she is. Everywhere we go, people that knew her when she was younger stop and stare. &#8220;She&#8217;s soooo beautiful,&#8221; they will say, or, &#8220;She&#8217;s beauuuutiful&#8230;&#8221;. &#8220;Tell her, I said, nodding in my daughter&#8217;s direction, to one woman the other day. She doesn&#8217;t know how beautiful she is.<\/p>\n<p>I want her to recognize that she is as pretty on the outside as she is on the inside. Hardworking, conscientious, diligent, caring, compassionate, sensitive&#8230; I want her to be a stronger young adult than I was, for her inner confidence to mirror the outward. What more could one want?<\/p>\n<p>Now, my eyes tear up. I am so blessed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I cannot tell you how happy, how lucky I am, that the universe chose me to be your mother.&#8221; This I said to her once. Hopefully more than once. If not, hopefully she remembers.<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t get me wrong. There is angst, and worry, too. For despite all her virtues, she is only human. That is a good thing. One cannot exist, grow, mature, learn, without the tension that is beauty&#8217;s pole. &#8220;I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve really ever been <em>that<\/em> upset with her. Except when she let some boy suck on her neck!&#8221; I said during her family party yesterday. Laughter followed around the room. Even my daughter smiled the all-knowing grin.  <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What do you mean? She won&#8217;t come out of her room. She&#8217;s locked herself up there for weeks now and won&#8217;t come down and join us,&#8221; my husband chimed in, mimicking my words of the past year or so. Laughter followed around the room, once again. My daughter smiled, too. We all know. The woes, the <em>worry<\/em>, of having teen children&#8230;of having children, <em>period<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You kids have two great parents,&#8221; I&#8217;ve said to them each, at one time or another. &#8220;You have parents who are doing a great job raising you, parents who love you, who care, who are consistent and are involved, who work together to create a balance in your life, to be fair. That said, we have great kids, for you have done your parts. You have taken what we&#8217;ve provided and used the knowledge and guidance in positive ways. Our parenting wouldn&#8217;t be successful if that didn&#8217;t happen.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And now, this morning, I write this post from a hotel room in Gahanna, OH. You see, two milestones happened in my home, yesterday. Two biggies. My daughter turned sixteen. My son and I had to set out on the twenty-three hour trek to college&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Our family&#8217;s momentum moves on&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Soon&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday, my beautiful daughter turned sixteen. So many years. So many smiles. Such a delightful part of my life, our lives, she has been. I have watched her grow into a stunning young woman. &#8220;You&#8217;re a swan,&#8221; I recently told her. And she is. 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