Happy Birthday, Happiness
[Gulp. 19.]
Darling Daughter,
I have that lovely joy of waking up in the middle of the night and unable to go back to sleep. Not every night but enough to be annoying. Early this Friday morning I awoke at 1am all grumbling that I had to face hours of lying in bed staring at the ceiling when I joyfully realized...
I could listen to your radio show at 2am.
Which is just bizarre because I had a radio show in early hours of Friday morning when I went to college. Adding to the bizarreness of it all is you are rowing like I did. You are also attending the same college I attended.
Which is where the similarities stop.
You are much smarter than I. Really. Your focus and dedication to academics has earned you a spot in the college Honors Forum after only one semester. You also have a way more robust social life than I ever did in college. You're telling me about parties and gatherings I never would have been a part of. I am so excited that you are making college yours.
When I called the radio station at 2am I knew exactly where you were sitting, how dark the room was and how it feels like no one is listening (which is kind of true since the live stream isn't working and what college kid owns a stand-alone radio these days). You had me listen through the phone and I got to hear you introduce Scarlett by Claud and Stressed - A Colors Show by Doechii. We talked while the songs played then you had me introduce myself on air and even announce that listeners heard Mariah the Scientist's 2 You.
While it is an honor to have you in the spaces I once called my own, it is a joy to watch you make them yours and be even better than I dreamed I could be.
Happy 19th birthday.
I love you,
Mom
