Dear Sidney Reagan,
Where to start? Probably with the minute that cry turned me toward motherhood.
In the operating room, questioning the anesthesiologist, “Whose baby is that?”.
The answer, you were mine.
The early days, us figuring each other out. Your spirited determination to do everything sooner, faster.
First roll, first words, first walk, all ahead of schedule.
I would crawl a hundred miles if it meant I could relive those moments.
But, as you have always done, you push me past my comfort zone, into new spaces.
Today I parent a person on the edge of independence.
As a young adult I would get embarrassed when Papi told strangers about my accomplishments- the Giant Eagle clerk about my Junior Miss title, the Starbucks barista about the college scholarships. If he were alive today I have no doubt he would utilize Facebook more like a brag book.
I thought he bragged because he felt my work was an extension of his work. I understand now he spoke those words because he stood in wonder.
I feel the same way.
I am in awe of the young women you have become, of all you have done and all you desire.
I see a women whose confident, strong, stable, inquisitive, loving, thoughtful and purposeful in the pursuit of what sets her soul on fire.
Please know my love for you was never, could never, be contingent on what you have or will accomplish.
I am more interested in telling anyone who will listen about your grades, your golf score and your Glinda rides because it speaks of a Sidney who works hard, tries new things, challenges herself.
Oh this next year will be full, soak in its magic.
Be proud of the friends you’ve made and the life you are living out.
Happiest of birthdays my beautiful girl.
I’m so glad God made you mine seventeen years ago today.
P.S. – I hope you know that joy and pain each need their time to shine….