There is this girl I know. I met her many years ago.
Twenty-eight years ago tomorrow, to be exact.
She’s strong. Stubborn. Independent. Mouthy.
Beautiful inside and out.
We named her Lauren.
She was an easy-going baby
…and a low-maintenance toddler-compared to her older sister, Allie.
<Oh come on ! Who doesn’t compare their kids. Really??>
Lauren had her doubts about The Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny
and even Santa Claus,
…but she always believed in herself.
Lauren did well in elementary school
…as long as she could be the line leader,
…buy ice cream on Fridays,
and order chocolate milk. Daily.
- Middle school is when she gave me gray hair, ran up the phone bill, ran way, … and inspired me to pray. Very hard.
By high school, she had dyed her hair, pierced her belly button and slammed her bedroom door so many times that I finally pulled it off the hinges. With my bare hands.
I credit this talent to that non-human strength fueled by an adrenaline rush only a mom could harness. The rebel! She hung a blanket on the doorway and lived like a happy hippy for months.
I did re-hang the door. eventually. when we put the house up for sale.
She’s living on her own now; in an apartment with doors on every room.
nearly grown and has channeled that defiance into pure determination; she’s going to knock down every wall in her way…and many more doors.
If you see her looking back, it’s only to see how far she’s come.