My daughter will be eighteen soon. There won’t be any changes; she will remain at school and in the juvenile system until she graduates…hopefully around age nineteen.
Even so, I find it hard to believe that she is eighteen. It seems that she was so recently a chubby, toothless baby; a sturdy toddler; an agitated grade-schooler….it doesn’t seem possible that eighteen years have gone by!
I remain hopeful for her future, but I no longer try to figure out what that future will look like. There are too many variables, too many factors over which I have no control.
What I do have control over is this: I will always be her mom, and as long as I live, I will do whatever I can to make her life better.