Twenty-one years ago today (well, tonight), I gave birth to Twenty-one-year-old at George Washington University Hospital. It was raining. I had been in induced labor for about 16 hours. I was exhausted and thrilled to be a mom. Some things just don’t change.
Today, Mardi Gras, Twenty-one-year-old turned 21. Holy cow. So much has changed in the last 21 years.
The big thing, of course, is that this is her first birthday without her father. I know she’s missing him, and I know he would have very much enjoyed the celebration.
Tonight she ordered her fist legal drink. It’s a rite of passage. She would have had a big Mardi Gras birthday party, but most of her friends are away at college, and none of her local friends were available. She’d be away, too, but last year was rough. It’s hard to be a freshman in college when your dad is so sick. Taking a leave-of-absence was a good move, but it did remove her from her college friends. That’s hard.
It’s been an unusual year. But we take care of each other, and her older brothers and sisters are nearby.
So we celebrate tonight. Lent begins tomorrow. The circle of life condensed into 48 hours. And that seems somehow appropriate.
Laissez les bontemps roulez! Let the good times roll! It’s the motto of Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Let the good times roll – because tomorrow begins a time of abstinence. Because nothing is certain. Because we don’t know what the future will bring. That’s certainly been true for the last 21 years.
So we did go out to celebrate. In between her classes. We’re having a good time – because we should. We’ll face tomorrow…tomorrow. It might be great.
The lsat 21 years have been pretty darn good. Yes, there have been tragedies, but also plenty of comedies and other wonderful moments. I’m so impressed with the young woman she has become. Is still becoming.
I hope she gets the baby in the king cake.
That’s it. That’s my mite.