Nineteen years ago today, I gave birth to a beautiful 7 lb. 1 oz. baby girl. I knew virtually nothing about babies, as I was just four when my youngest sister was born and hadn’t been charged with much responsibility for her care.
It seems like it was just a few months ago. Somehow, we muddled our way through it, learning along the way.
Today, she came home with the news that she’s engaged to be married. The date isn’t set yet, but it will be sometime after both obtain Bachelor’s degrees — probably a little under three years from now.
Truthfully, if I could have chosen a son, Mathman would have been my pick; he fits right in with this family, and most especially, with Alpha. They spent the summer apart, with Alpha taking a class, working at Y-12 during the week, and at Pet Supplies Plus on the weekends. Mathman was at Texas A&M on a research fellowship.
They went through a few cell phone minutes over those 2 months, but seem just as content together as ever. After dating for two years, they’re quite comfortable together.
So, I guess I’ve got a couple of years to procrastinate on making the wedding dress. Alpha’s the child who always wanted her dresses custom-made, so I know there’s no getting out of that one. She’ll design it, pick out the fabrics, and turn it over to me.
Nineteen years ago, I was trying to figure out how to change a diaper, put clothes on a wiggly little doll, and trying to figure out how to be a good mother. On the day we brought her home, HWTFM held her upright on his chest as he lay in bed, teaching her the alphabet.
I remember laughing at him then, but not now. Somehow over the years, we got something right.
Time to weep a little now.