My daughter Leah turns 18 today. What?? Wasn’t she just
entering the double digits? As she informed me last night when we were celebrating,
she can now get tattoos and piercings without my permission (please don’t?), sign contracts on her
own, and join the military. Being 18 also means Leah can also marry whenever she
pleases, buy cigarettes, work full-time, start a 401K, get a credit card on her
own, donate blood, buy a lottery ticket, go to an X-rated movie or strip club, change
her name, get sued, and buy a gun. Oy.
I do remember being 18 myself. It’s great to be young but it can also be a nerve-wracking time. Most of your life is still ahead of you but you’re now expected
to start making responsible decisions that may impact that life for years to
come. I’m grateful that Leah seems far more conscious and present than I ever was
at that age, and I look forward to watching her grow and mature and face all
the joys and challenges that life has to offer. I’m still the guy who was
hiding in the bushes at school when she was in kindergarten to make sure none
of the kids were being mean to her, and who cried when she seemed
lost or sad, but I hope I’ve learned (at least somewhat) how to let go and let her fly.
It’s an endless struggle as a parent to let your children make their own mistakes, to
experience the challenges of life without trying to immediately “fix”
everything. But I know it's part of the deal and I’m in awe of the person Leah has become.
Her kindness and compassion, her independence and spirit of adventure, her
empathy and sense of humor. It seems like the separation between a parent and child starts
the minute they are born and continues for the rest of their lives, even though
it’s never really complete. As much as I may freak out that Leah is no longer
the little girl I once knew, I am thrilled that she is truly her own person. Yes, I
recently said to her, “How can I live my life through you if you refuse to do
what I want?” but it was with enough awareness that we both laughed and I told her to tweet it (which she
did!).
Leah, I remember holding your warm, wriggling body in my arms when you were a baby, I remember carrying
you upstairs sleeping when you were four and we were coming home late, I remember
sitting on the kitchen floor with you playing with the “magic” salad spinner, watching
you play Officer Krupke in your very first show, having “serious” discussions
with you sitting on your bed, going to endless movies together, singing our good-night song, laughing our asses off with
friends, and hugging each other when we were both feeling sad. There’s no question that
December 28, 1994 was one of the best days of my life. Happy 18th Birthday to my beautiful first-born. I love you so, so much!
Wonderful tribute! Happy birthday and all the best for a bright future.
Posted by: Pam G | December 28, 2012 at 09:26 AM
Happy Birthday Leah. I loved getting to know you when you were small. I have not seen you in a while, but enjoy seeing your life online as a talented actress. Many blessings.
Posted by: Laurie | December 28, 2012 at 01:41 PM
How sweet, Danny! And how time flies, I clearly remember you at her age. Happiest of Birthdays to Leah. Happy New Year to all.
Posted by: danita Cherney | December 28, 2012 at 02:32 PM
This is a wonderful tribute! Subei will be eighteen in April and I plan to plagiarize nearly all of it. Thank you for saying it all so well.
Posted by: Marilyn Reynolds | December 29, 2012 at 11:01 AM
Damn it Danny--- I had almost made it through the day without weeping once. (These hormones show no mercy!!)Thanks for RUINING that for me. Beautiful and loving. Leah is a wonderful human- what a proud papa you should rightfully be!
Posted by: Mandy Schutt | January 03, 2013 at 11:40 PM