My baby

My oldest, Beena, turns 20 years old today. How is that possible, when just yesterday, I was taking her to Kindergarten? When just yesterday, I was dressing her in a witch costume to go Trick-or-Treating tomorrow? When just yesterday, the dentist said she needed braces?

When did she become the woman I am so proud of?

When did I become old?

This past week, she’s had off from work- she works at Mandee’s– so she’s been hanging around with the family until her boyfriend gets off from work, around 10 o’clock. Usually, since she works retail, I don’t see her often. She goes to Adelphi University full time, then works until 10ish, then goes to eat with her BF. She’s oftentimes not home until I’m in bed, and if I happen to be up, it’s a quick hello, then off to bed. So it’s been a real pleasure to have her home, eating with us, watching TV instead of treating home like a hotel. We’ve actually been able to talk and laugh and shop. I know Zombiegirl misses her if she doesn’t see her for a stretch of time. They’re very close. Beena even asked if she could go Trick-or-Treating with them tomorrow!

Last night we celebrated her birthday, because the BF has plans with her today- taking her into NYC for dinner and a cruise.

As I’m watching her open her gifts, I’m struck that this kid has grown up into someone special. We talked about how she’s doing in school, and what her plans may be when she graduates. She’s a math major, with an education minor- she wants to teach High School math! She’s currently enrolled in a 5-year program combining her Bachelor’s degree with a Master’s degree. She still has her faults (she knows my pet peeves, but yet still continues to ignore me when I say anything. I AM still her mother, after all!) and her quirks, but she’s developed a maturity that kind of snuck up on me. She’s always been mature- she always helped out when Zombiegirl was born, and taught Sunday School, and babysat. I saw her last night however as a peer, or a friend, someone I would like to hang around with. The baby daughter is gone. The woman daughter has arrived.

I love you, Beena! Happy Birthday!

Don’t forget the Hump Day giveaway here!

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