SHE HAS HER whole day mapped out, she tells her friends last week, and then tells me.
First, she’ll stop at Caribou Coffee for free coffee on her way to work in St Paul.
And that’s it, she says, and laughs.
Leave it to my daughter Amber, my eldest, to have such grand plans for her not-quite-a-quarter-of-a-century birthday. I knew those preliminary plans would change, and they did.
Today, at 10:56 a.m. to be exact, she turns another year older. And if she was home, I would hug my daughter and tell her I love her and bake a birthday treat.
But she’s not and I can’t, but I can and I can’t.
She’ll celebrate with co-workers and friends. The hug from me will have to wait. The “I love you” arrives in an e-mail and a phone call. A co-worker is bringing brownies.
This I learn Tuesday evening, when Amber calls to wish her brother a happy 16th birthday. With three children, what are the odds that my oldest would be born on February 10 and my youngest on February 9?
That aside, Amber shares one more bit of news. Retired U. S. Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O’Connor will be in the Twin Cities today. And there’s a slim possibility that maybe, just maybe, Amber will meet this first female to serve on the nation’s highest court.
Whatever the days holds, and that also includes a free meal with friends at Noodles & Company and then an evening at church, I’m certain my daughter will enjoy every minute.
I wish I could celebrate this day, her birthday, the day I became a mother, with her. But kids have this way of growing up and moving on. One minute they are babies and the next minute they are adults. Or so it seems.
Happy birthday, sweet daughter of mine!
© Copyright 2010 Audrey Kletscher Helbling