Every year, starting in their teens, I started writing a letter to my kids on their birthday. I decided to stop after their 18th birthday. Since my daughter turns 19 today, I’m going to cheat and blog to her.
19 years ago your heart stopped. Twice. You hadn’t even experienced life outside the womb, but 19 years ago, in about 2.5 hours, your heart stopped. The nurse barked at me to put a CPR board under your mom and I scrambled to get an oxygen mask on her face. Your umbilical cord was wrapped around your neck…twice…and every time you tried to enter this world…it choked you. How’s that for a metaphor?
You survived…you fought through it. Your life has been far from normal, yet you have consistently found a way to overcome, survive…and prosper.
You have been my best friend for many years but as you’ve grown, you have predictably and properly developed your own life and your own priorities. We haven’t grown apart, we have just adjusted to our new roles. Father and young adult. I like her. I’d be lying through my teeth if I didn’t say my heart aches for that precious little girl inside you…
…but you know what…my heart still aches for the vibrant, important young woman you have become. You are at the cusp of life and beginning your journey to change the world.
I believe in you. I believe all things are possible in your world. You can make a real change sweetheart…don’t ever stop.
You are a survivor.
I love you…