Looking back over the last 7 years I never thought I would get to see my child turn 18. The last 7 years were rocky and filled with despair and grief, they had laughter and tears mixed in.
It is now 2:30 am and I am waiting for said 18 years old to get off her work shift.
It makes my heart swell with joy and I am proud to see where she has become.
She is articulate, creative, thoughtful and considerate. She practices mindfulness and both of us breathe patience through out our daily path.
I am happy to see her blossom and thrive in her new job.
I know this is just the beginning of things to happen. There will be relapses. This is all part of growth.
It can only get better from here.
Nameste.
