As I type this I’m watching ducks.
I’m sitting in my backyard. One of my neighbor’s grandsons is riding his bike as fast as he can down their pier. I hope that works out well. The dragonflies are going bonkers. I just counted 23 of ’em.
At this moment though, I’m mostly thinking about Amanda.
Amanda is a young woman who works for me. She’s also a person who owns a huge part of my heart.
And she’s turning 21 tomorrow – July4.
When she left work today I hugged her, gave her her birthday present and told her I was proud of the woman she is. I am.
After she left I thought of so many other things I wished I’d said.
I hope she remembers that’s she’s remarkable.
I hope she remembers that things aren’t always going to go as she plans – and that she’s wise enough to realize that sometimes our plans aren’t The Plan.
I hope she remembers that love is the gig. Not that kinda “in the back seat of a vehicle kinda love” . I trust she’ll focus on that ” ooooooooo you really get me and I really get you” kinda love.
I hope she remembers that when she gets mad – wait to respond/react. No matter what, waiting seldom hurts.
I hope she remembers how beautiful she is. My dad always said a pretty girl is pretty til she knows she’s pretty. I don’t think Amanda has noticed what a beautiful woman she is. I do know other people have. Yay them. And YAY her.
I hope she’ll hold onto her sense of humor. She has a delightful one. It’s sassy and honest – just like her. A sense of humor is a HUGE gift.
I hope she’ll know that intelligence, wisdom and paying attention rock. I think she does. I just want to remind her.
Mostly, I hope she knows she’s loved and celebrated. She is.
What advice do you have for a 21 year old?