I remember the day that you were born
I held you while the nurse bathed you in warm water
I held you when they stamped your tiny footprints on your birth certificate
I handed you to Mom for the first time
I remember when you learned to crawl,
Because you didn’t.
You sat up, dug your heels in, flexed your knees,
And scooted across the floor.
I remember the morning when you threw a fit because you didn’t like what I had picked
Out for you to wear – you were two.
I remember the many miles that you and your brother
Drove in circles around our backyard in his electric John Deere
I remember the magical fairy who left you notes and stories at night.
Her name was Donnabella.
I remember the astonished look on the reading specialist’s face
When you dropped ‘oviparous’ on her after she asked you to,
“Name a word that starts with ‘O’.
No kindergarten was necessary for you.
I remember thinking, “I can’t believe they’re both in school.”
I remember when you were in Prep Choir
Singing, dancing
Loving it,
Having no idea where it would lead
I remember your years in Girls’ Choir
The Winter and Spring performances
The hard work in between
And the frustration you felt
at the favoritism
and at people
who didn’t put in their all
I remember how proud you were to become a percussionist
To learn to play the bass
and the snare
and the tympani
and the marimba
and everything else that you could hit or shake
I remember when you began to dip your toes into theater
Ensemble parts first
And Crew
Then cast
With clever bios in the program
Then larger roles
And more clever bios
Then leading roles
And a growing desire to make theater
your life’s work
And here you are, today
Pursuing just that.
I remember how every teacher
who has ever known you
has loved you
and still asks about you
How none of them are at all surprised
That you are where you are
Doing what you are doing
Now it’s your turn to remember
How much we love you
How much we are behind you
And how very proud we are of you.
Happy Birthday.
Love,
Dad
To my daughter on her 18th birthday