I thought I would take this opportunity today, on Labor Day,
to express my feelings about my oldest daughter.
Labor Day reminds me of birth and birth reminds me of my children,
you see the connection, right?
Anywho, have I mentioned what amazing children I have?
I am continually impressed and relieved that as my children get older
it is evident they are "turning out right."
Don't you hate that term?
As if we as parents are baking muffins or brownies or something.
And exactly what does "turning out right" mean anyway?
But, I digress...
back to my oldest daughter.
My oldest daughter started high school this week and
while I thought things would go very smoothly for her and
I really had no trepidation about her transition,
it turned out that once again, I know absolutely nothing.
High school has been a very difficult transition for her
and to make matters much worse, she has already,
in her first week of school,
been challenged with a very difficult decisions to make.
She was put in a position where she had to make a
gut wrenching choice
about what is right and wrong
and how that choice may affect her and her classmates.
Even as an adult, the choice she had to make,
is no easy, straight forward decision.
In the end, my daughter did make the right choice,
despite it possibly not being the easy choice
or the most popular choice.
I am so very proud of her that in the face of diversity,
she stood up, looked it in the eye, and said
"I am not going to stand for this."
And she didn't.
I am being vague here because what the actual decision she made is
does not really matter to this story.
What really matters is the fact that my 14 year old daughter
made a brave and difficult choice when she so easily could have looked the other way.
I am proud to be the parent of such a courageous and level headed child.
She is also, because of her decision, a hero,
although no one, besides us, will ever know it.
Happy Labor Day everyone.