When DJ was a a year old, we joked that it was actually a celebration not of her birth, but our success as parents.
We kept her alive for a year.
We didn’t fuck her up as far as we could tell.
And we hadn’t killed each other.
Really, that is why there is a party on the first birthday. The kids don’t remember, but the parents celebrate. We celebrated a year under our belts as parents.
Eleven years later, I celebrate the fact she is a kid that would make any parent proud.
DJ is smart. Reads anything and everything she can get her hands on. She can do anything she sets her mind to learning. Math, science, social studies, writing – she loves it all and is successful in it all. Mainly because she believes she can do it all.
DJ is a good kid. She takes no one in her life for granted. If someone is left out, she includes them. If someone is being treated poorly, she steps in and chastises the wrong doer. She is genuinely interested in her friends. She celebrates them for who they are which has always made me smile. She is friends with boys and girls alike.
DJ truly believes she can be anything. When asked recently by her teacher what girls could not do in life, her list to the class contained one thing: Girls cannot grow spectacular mustaches. That was it. Her teacher laughed and shared the fact DJ did not include anything else while the other girls listed other things.
DJ has her evil side too. Don’t get me wrong. She can be mean – mainly to her sister. She can be stubborn (no idea where she got that one). She can be a smart ass when she doesn’t want to do something (again no idea where she gets that).
And now, she is two years from being a teenager.
I can only hope I’m still celebrating her like this instead of wondering where she went.
Until then, we celebrate her 11 years in this world.
And the fact we have not fucked her up……