Tonight my heart is full of quiet gratitude. My daughter–my beautiful, funny, witty, fiercely independent girl–turned 18. Whew.
I had a gift card to BoneFish Grill, so I took her out to dinner. As we sat together, we laughed and talked about her future. I sat and marveled at this wonderful person sitting across the table, jabbering away about her job, talking non-stop about the upcoming school year, and just generally being beautiful. Inside and out.
My girl turning 18 is significant for so many reasons. I am proud of the person she is becoming. O sure, she still does not pick up after herself, drives too fast at times and fails to obey. But she also works hard at her job, helps take care her siblings, and generally has a mature worldview.
Parenting is not for cowards. It’s tough. And doing it solo? There really aren’t words for that. But tonight we’ve reached a milestone. A marker. A time of joyful and serious remembrance. Throughout the Old Testament, the people of Israel were instructed by God to mark significant places, to build altars in significant places so that the people would see that marker and remember what God has done.
So it is tonight with my girl’s birthday. No, we’ve not piled some rocks some place in order to mark the day. But we marked the day by being together tonight. And that is not nothing.