This is 15.
15 is early
mornings at school and late-night studying.
15 is sleeping
in any chance she gets and waking up at the last possible second.
15 is eye rolls
at jokes she used to find funny and exasperated sighs every time I say no.
15 is starting
to understand what’s going on in the world today, and thinking of ways to solve
it. 15 also likes to binge-watch Outer Banks for nine hours straight.
15 is all legs,
messy buns, and big sweatshirts. 15 can also look like a full-fledged woman
when she wants, which is both terrifying and beautiful.
15 thinks she
knows everything. 15 also asks where to place the stamp on an envelope and how
to spell Wednesday.
15 will watch
all the best 80s movies with you and then ask questions about your youth. You
will feel closer than ever and that you’re doing something right. The next
morning she will tell you that you don’t understand her life and act like she
wants nothing to do with you.
15 will
remember every song lyric and TikTok dance but will always forget to pick up
her room or put the cup in the dishwasher. You will remember that you also did
that at 15, although it doesn’t make it any less annoying.
15 makes you
apologize to your own mom for when you were 15.
15 no longer
finds boys icky and may even have a boyfriend who she wants to spend all her
time with. 15 causes you to have an ongoing eye twitch.
15 knows how to
hit you where it hurts and strikes in the jugular. 15 is also learning how to
apologize and mean it.
15 has one foot
in her childhood and the other poised to fly.
15 gives you
such a sense of pride that you feel your heart will burst. When 15 hurts,
you’ve never known pain quite like it.
15 will cry in
your arms. 15 will push you away. 15 can make you cry.
When 15 wants
to spend time with you, you don’t care what she wants to do. You’ll take her
presence any chance you can get.
15 is a
firecracker constantly on the verge of an explosion. You never know if it will
be a beautiful glow of light or noise so loud it will shake you to your core.
15 needs her
mom more than ever. 15 will never admit she needs her mom.
15 can cook a
full meal, do the laundry, and is learning how to drive (which seems impossible
since she was just in her Barbie jeep yesterday). 15 will have accidents doing
all those things. 15 looks responsible but still has a lot to learn.
15 is planning
for the future. 15 is also nervous and stressed and anxious about it.
It’s hard to be
15. It’s also pretty awesome to be 15.
15 is a walking
contradiction.
As I look at my
15, I remember a squishy baby who always wanted to eat, kept me up late at
night, and constantly made a mess. Everything and nothing has changed during
those 15 years.
15 is a
challenge, a struggle, a fight.
15 is glorious.
And I wouldn’t change a thing.
15 makes me sad
for what is gone and excited for what comes next.
I couldn’t love
15 more.
there were lots of presents - many wrapped in the custom k-pop paper that i printed.
and the cutest gift was seen as a torture object by the cats....
we enjoyed chick fil a for lunch while an old friend came over to hang out.
there was an afternoon run for boba, too.
the birthday girl helped assemble homemade pizzas and then we finally had a song & cake.
we love you to the moon and back, big sister!!
we love you to the moon and back, big sister!!
