And the youngest, Maya, is 9.
Since it's summer, the rules around the house are more lax than usual, which is saying something if you know us. Maya has been spending time at her aunt's house lately and was due to come home a couple of days ago, but I got this short email:
i miss you but i don't want to come home.
AGH! My baby is growing up! The first taste of independence has struck!
As any mother reading this will understand, I felt thrilled and nostalgic at the same time. A former colleague once reminded me of an old saying that has stayed with me, "A parent's job is to give children two things -- roots and wings."
I closed my eyes and could just see my fledgling daring to eye the sky.
Given that her three predecessors had always been one step ahead of me, I was prepared for the leap into the air that she took the following day. While still at her aunt's house, she concocted a veritable grown-up plan for herself for the weekend. The only thing lacking was a little financing, hence the next email:
hey mom i love you so much can u please give me 86$ for 3 tickets to the Justin Bieber concert?
I suppose I can.
After all, how could I stand in the way of my baby bird taking flight.