Today my firstborn child turns 26. She is the age I was when I delivered her. You can’t wish her a happy birthday on Facebook because she isn’t there. She gave up Facebook as an undergrad when she realized there are far too many ways for things on Facebook to come back to haunt than she could ever hope to control. From the time she learned to walk and talk, she has been taking charge of things and enforcing rules. (See photo of said child policing the McDonald’s playground.)
Sometime around middle school she started thinking about a career in federal law enforcement. By high school she wanted to be a sniper for the Secret Service hanging out on the rooftop of the White House. (Thank goodness she didn’t pursue that path. That group is a mess right now.) She worked as a lifeguard at our neighborhood pool. We live in a fairly international neighborhood outside Washington DC so she learned to correct people in at least five different languages. I’m sure she broke some rules in her youth, but I can assure you that her own fear of those infractions showing up on a security clearance was a far more effective deterrent than any punishment her parents could have imposed.
She is the most fiercely loyal person I have ever met, especially to her family. I actually felt a little sorry for the silly friends who ever tried to hurt one of her sisters or come between them. For those who are blessed to be her family or friend, you will never know someone who has your back like this girl.
She looks at things 100% in black and white. There are no shades of gray. That may not be a very popular quality in our society today, but I think living by firm principles is a quality to be admired. She earned a Master’s degree in History and after a year and half of searching and waiting, she is now working in her chosen field. She works for the Department of Justice. Entirely appropriate I think.