Today, one daughter turned 9:
The other graduated from elementary school:
They battled off on and throughout the afternoon over who deserved the best treatment on their special day(s). Each had time in the spotlight, but they didn’t like having to share. In the end, birthday girl ended up in the emergency room of the same hospital in which she was born nine years ago. All is well at this hour, though she might have a delayed start in the morning because of it. I will be rising with everyone else, and hitting the road as a chaperone for some last-week-of-the-school-year activities.
It was a busy day with lots of highs and a few lows. At the end of it all, my mind drifts backward to when times were a little simpler:
Someday, you will be friends again, dear daughters. I am on a mission to help make it so. Until then, this is part of the deal, I realize, your need to create separate and distinct identities, which always involves a little friction. But, for better or worse, you are bonded together in a blessed way, forever…
And there’s one thing that will remain constant always: my forever love for both of you.