Sweet Girl

December 2, 2010

As a parent, you really can’t choose which child you love the most. Don’t get me wrong — from day to day (or even moment to moment), I may have an especially warm spot in my heart for one or feel the sting of pain, frustration, or anger with another.

I love my three for the individuals they are. My goal is to give each the love, attention, and care that s/he needs whenever and for however long it’s needed.  I like to think it will even out over time (for those who keep score). But only one of these marvelous children sparked my metamorphosis to motherhood.

Seventeen years ago today, my sweet Hannah arrived, changing the world — my world — in ways I could only imagine and will forever treasure.  Hannah is one of the most generous, creative, intelligent, beautiful, brave, passionate, and resilient people I have ever encountered. Of course, I’m biased, but I also have very good judgment, particularly of an individual’s character — really.

From the beginning, Hannah captures your attention.  She has a spark about her — it burns within her — and she’s got gorgeous red hair to boot.  When she was four months old, I held my breath as a group of Japanese tourists took turns holding her as they were photographed amid the cherry blossoms by the Jefferson Memorial in Washington, DC.  I can’t help but chuckle at the thought that somewhere in Japan there are family photo albums with pictures of Grandma and Grandpa holding a beautiful, rosy-cheeked, bright-eyed, quite bald American baby girl.

Her acting, singing, and dancing abilities never cease to amaze me.  No offense to my dear husband or me, but it’s recessive genes in action.  When people compliment me on one of her performances, I smile and agree with them.  It’d be cheating for me to say “thanks” since I really can’t take any credit.

Hannah is a fiercely loyal friend who is blessed with a cohort of true Sister-Friends.  Buddies since 1st grade, they are marvelous young women who share nearly everything (as their laundry basket contents attest), support each other through the turbulence of life, challenge, encourage and watch out for each other, plunge fearlessly into adventures (and ocean waves), and laugh frequently with abandon, despite all the crap the world dishes out to teen girls.

My dear Hannah, I’m so very proud and honored to be your mother, and I look forward to many, many more years of love and friendship. Happy Birthday, sweet girl.

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One Response to “Sweet Girl”

  1. Anna Gretta Says:

    As I read the description of your lovely daughter I am transported back to Pleasant St. School, and I recall a young girl very much like Hannah (minus the red locks). I imagine she has grown children of her own by now and they are reaping the benefits of that magical child I once knew.

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