She was the sweetest baby a mother could ask for. She talked before she walked but she never went through the “baby talk” stage. A part of me wishes that she can always be my baby but that would be selfish. Sam is 16, she’s going to college and, in less than two weeks, I’ll be seeing her only during the weekends. I’m trying to be brave about the whole thing, you know, but I end up getting soppy sometimes. She’s my firstborn, after all, and she’s never been away from home longer than three days.
But I’ve been preparing myself for this moment for a long time. I promised myself that I would never ever stand in the way. I always promised my daughters that whatever profession and career path they choose, it would be their decision — not mine, not their father’s, not anyone else’s. There’s only one school that offers Bachelor of Arts in Photography so that’s where she’ll go. And I know she’ll do great because photography is her true passion. Ah, I’ll miss her terribly but I’m happy too knowing that she is another step closer to her dream.