Salt in an open wound.  That’s how it feels.

What, you ask?

Those damn graduation banners every neighborhood has up.

For years, I’ve looked at them every May waiting patiently on my turn to have one with my kids name on it.  This year was supposed to be it.  This year was supposed to be the year that the graduation sign was up in my yard as I proudly boasted to my community that my darling first born daughter was graduating… and most likely at the top of her class.  After all, she’s been in gifted classes since kindergarten.

But in the sting of reality, there is no banner at the front of my neighborhood, no sign in my yard, no announcements sent out by a proud Mama.  To me, there is no reason to celebrate.  Megan’s choices this past six months have crushed my hopes and dreams for her.  While she partied, covered her body in tattoos, blew off school and shacked up with her boyfriend… her GPA dropped so low she lost any chance of getting any kind of scholarship.  While she may still graduate on the 28th, (we still don’t know for sure yet if she has managed to bring her grades up so she can) it will be a bittersweet moment.

Ever since I was pregnant with her I have imagined that graduation day.  I’ve imagined how proud I would feel, and how I would relish being her Mom at that moment.  Now, to be completely honest, I’m dreading it.  I’m dreading seeing her walk across the stage and thinking that she could have done so much more.  If she had applied herself and done her best these last six months as she has done the whole rest of her school career, she could have had a full ride to a top notch college.  Now she’ll be lucky if the community college takes her.  We won’t go to graduation together.  I’ll merely show up as a guest.  She will arrive with her boyfriend.  That’s just not the way I pictured it all those many years ago.

This hurts me so bad.  I sit here with tears rolling down my cheeks dripping off my chin.  I’ve cried many, many tears these last few months- but these are the worst.  This is when all my fears come to fruition. All those years of dreams I had for my child are gone.  I’m left with emptiness and sadness over what could have been.  What SHOULD have been.   It’s simply not fair.

So as you drive through your neighborhood these next few weeks and you pass those many graduation banners- think of me.  Think of how this time last year, I had no idea I’d be sitting her today crying tears over what should have been.  I thought this time last year I would be reveling in my daughter’s accomplishments, not disgusted with her losses.  Please say a prayer for me that God will relieve me of some of this sadness and pain.  I really don’t know how I’m going to make it through these next few weeks.  It really is nearly unbearable… like salt in an open wound.

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I’ve been robbed.

Well, that’s how I’m feeling anyway.

All of Megan’s friends and their Moms that I’m friends with on facebook are posting their Senior prom pics, their graduation announcements, and such.

And I have nothing to post.

No prom pics since she didn’t go.

No graduation announcements to send out, since we didn’t buy them because we didn’t know if she was indeed going to actually graduate or not.

No college visit pictures or acceptance letters to announce.

Nothing.

Megan is currently shacked up with her boyfriend.  She now has a 6th tattoo and is planning on covering herself with them.

My once gifted since kindergarten student has not even finished the required paperwork to get into college- not to mention she still isn’t sure she’ll even graduate in 3 weeks.

I can remember when I was pregnant with her and picking out her name.  I tried all my choices by thinking how they’d sound being called out from the podium at her graduation.

I’ve been robbed.

I’m angry.  And I’m hurt.

My first baby girl is gone.

All my hopes, dreams, and wishes for her life are gone too.

At a time I should be my most proud, I’m not.

I’m devastated.

It shouldn’t be this way.  This is not how I planned it.

My little girl that I protected, nurtured, and raised all those years shouldn’t have turned out this way.

She and I should be together, reveling in her success; not apart and me  crying over her failures.

I’ve been robbed!

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This is for my three girls.  Each of which will always have a special place in my heart, even if they do lose their minds as teenagers *AHEM*.
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Dear Megan,

Tonight at 6:03 pm you will have become 18 years old.  In the eyes of the world that makes you legally an adult, but in my eyes you will always be my baby, my first love, my heart, my little girl, my beautiful daughter and a part of me that nobody can ever take away.  From the moment you were given life until the end of time you will always be my child.

I was your age when you were born.  Just a mere 18 years old.  Before that, for nine months you had been a dream, a wish, a prayer, real yet still unreal, a whisper of the future, a physical part of my body, flesh of my flesh that can never be undone.  You are the reason I decided to grow up. You are the reason a girl became a woman. Not because I gave physical birth to you. Giving birth does not make you a woman or a Mom.  Making the choice to be a Mother makes you a Mom.  Deciding to love another more than you love yourself makes you a Mom.  As a young woman I understood the responsibility of having a child. I wanted to be the very best mother that had ever been or ever will be. I wanted to be the woman that taught you everything. I have always prayed that I was Godly example for you. I held you in my arms, tears streaming down my cheeks, within moments of your birth.  The entire world was shown to me in your chubby little newborn face.  I fell in love with you then and I am still in love with you now.  You were the talk of the nursery since you had so much hair.  All the nurses loved putting bows in your long, dark hair :)

As you enter this new phase of your life, please remember that God answers prayers. You are a living example of answered prayers. There have been many times when I’ve prayed for you.  Whether it’s been because you were sick and I was praying for God to make you well, going on a field trip with your class and I was asking God to keep you safe, or watching you drive off for the first time in your car and praying God would protect you and help you make good choices.  He has always been there.  When you are at the end of your rope and feel you have no where to turn, please remember what I have tried so hard to teach you, God is always there. You are never alone.

It is my prayer now that you will continue on the path we have traveled together. Lean on God for everything. Seek His will. He will never leave you. I know you think I have been hard on you as you have grown up. I know I have been hard on you. You were after all my first baby.  I never demanded more from you than you could give and you have always exceeded my greatest expectations. You have grown into a responsible young woman who will someday be an awesome wife and mother. The man who wins your heart will have the greatest treasure known to mankind. Please choose well.  God has been preparing the perfect man for you. He has been grooming him all these years. Do not be in a hurry to get married and have children. In His perfect time the man of your dreams, the man worthy of you will come along.

Time passes quickly as we grow older and the small details become blurry but I remember so much of your childhood. Your birth and being up all night with a crying baby.  Birthday parties and Barbies. Dress-ups and lipstick.  School books and field trips. Cheerleading and bus stops. Make-up and perfume. Sunday school and VBS.  Salvation and baptism.  Good times and bad. We have been through them all together. We have so much more to do together.

I am so sorry for things in the past. I am sorry your father was not the Daddy you needed him to be. I believe divorcing him was the best thing I ever did. Some may think I was saving myself and in a way I was but in my mind I was saving you. Saving you from the bitterness and ugliness of a man who had lost his grip on life. Saving you from heartbreak and disappointment of watching a man who could never be what you needed him to be. Through this, you, Dakota, Madison and me came out together.  As we got used to it just being us, I  know how out of control you and your siblings must have felt when David came into our lives. I know how difficult it was to share me, to share us, with someone unknown. I know your expectations were high where he was concerned. I believe he has surpassed them all.  He may not be your biological father but he has proven himself these past eleven years to be your Dad.  He always will be your Dad.  I know you think he pushes too hard at times. In his heart he is doing his best to be the man you need to see as a role model.  He only has the very best intentions for you in his heart. I know you know this.

I also want to thank you. Thank you for being the most perfect daughter a parent could ask for. Thank you for being the example of everything a sister should be. Madison and Makenzie can only grow-up to be an incredible young woman because they have you to follow. Your footsteps are their guide. During the times when we had nothing except each other thank you for helping me. Thank you for helping out with the little kids without ever complaining. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for being my daughter. I have often played this day out in my mind. What will I say to you that will give you the confidence you need to take the step forward, away from me and into your own world that you create. This is all I have ever been able to think of… I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you. I love who you are. I love everything about you. As long as there is breath in me I will be here for you. Never hesitate to come to me. Nothing you can ever say or do will change my love for you. Perhaps we may not always agree (think Tattoos *ahem*). You have your own life to create. Regardless of your choices I will always be here, waiting, watching and loving you, just as I have every moment of your life, from your very first breath.

So today on your 18th birthday, this is my wish for you~ May you find the path that leads you to the life you want. May you find the courage and the strength to create the world you want to live in. May you find true love and happiness in one man who deserves you. May you have children who love and appreciate you.

Happy Birthday Megan!

Love, Mom :)

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Megan does. Yes, my 17 year old daughter has a tattoo.

In Georgia, it’s illegal to get a tattoo under the age of 18 unless you have written consent from a parent.

Did either of her parents sign for her to get it? Nope.

So how did she get it you ask? Illegally, of course.

Apparently a “friend” who knew a tattoo “artist” who does tattoos out of his house. Last Thursday, while I thought she was hanging out with her friend, they drove to the adjoining town where the “artist” lives and paid him $40 (money from her Grandmother for her upcoming birthday no less!!) to give her a somewhat LARGE tattoo of a sparrow on her left shoulder. Now since we don’t know if this “artist” actually cleaned his stuff and used sterile needles or wore gloves, there is no telling what else he gave her for that $40.

As you can imagine I’m pissed. Actually, I’m a little more than pissed. There is no word for what I am right now. I actually have yet to cry, scream or even swear. I think I’m in shock that my gifted since kindergarten but utterly stupid daughter has gone behind my back 2 weeks before she turns 18 and could legally get a tattoo at a reputable place and done it in such a sneaky, underhanded, un-clean way.

Now if you are wondering how I found out she got a tattoo…

Dakota had heard it at school from one of Megan’s used to be friends. I guess Megan had been showing it off and bragging about it thinking it would never get back to me. Well, it did. Thank you, Dakota. I don’t give you enough credit from time to time since you are usually my not so loving pain in the ass son.

Since Megan is underage and the friend that took her was over 18 and the f***ing loser artist that did it never checked her ID or made her fill out paperwork, I called the police to file a complaint against the two of them. And lucky us… when Megan’s “friend” who took her to get it finally gave the “artists” last name, turns out he was already in the system. Yes… the f***ing loser “artist” has a police record.

Hmmm, imagine that. Would you want someone with a police record to inject dye into your body with a needle that may or may not be sterile?

Ummm, yeah. Me neither.

But Megan did. She paid him $40 to do it. And bragged about it at school after. Sound like a gifted class student to you?

Ummm, yeah. Me neither.

And unfortunately for us, the drama doesn’t end there.

Megan’s “friend” that took her to get the tattoo is pissed she’s in trouble. She was messaging threats to Dakota on his phone and even to me on facebook.

Such nice people Megan has chosen to spend her time with.

You know… I used to judge parents who had unruly teenagers and blame them for their child’s behavior.

I’m sorry. I was wrong.

I used to think those parents must be trashy and therefore that was the reason their kids were bad.

I’m sorry. I was wrong. I had no idea that raising teenagers is so hard. I had no idea that no matter what you do or say or how you have raised your child to believe or think that in the end they will have free will and do what they want.

So my dearest Megan, I feel the need to apologize to you for some things…

I’m sorry that Dave and I have provided you a nice home to live in since you obviously don’t appreciate it.

I’m sorry that I’ve always been that lenient parent who trusts her daughter to do the right thing and make good decisions and basically let you do what you want to do.

I’m sorry that you have never really wanted for anything since we’ve given you all of your needs and most of your wants.

I’m sorry that I’m riding your butt about going to nursing school. You are the one who spent the last two years getting a double seal on your diploma taking those healthcare classes. Up until you met your “friend” that was your goal. Now your goal apparently is to see how many tatt’s your body can hold and how big you can stretch your ears.

Megan’s “friend” told me that because of my actions yesterday (grounding her and calling the police to file a report) I have now lost her. She informed me that Megan will move out when she turns 18 on the 22nd (just like her friend did when she turned 18- who is now living with her boyfriend and not going to college).

I guess that is just the chance I’ll have to take to do what I know is right. Personally, I would like to think I know Megan a little better than her “friend”. Megan knows she will lose her car for good(since it’s in her Dad’s name) and her phone for good(since her Dad pays for it) if she does. She also knows we will not pay for her to go to college unless she lives under our roof. And Megan doesn’t have a job so she therefore has no money. So “friend”, I thinking she’s going nowhere unless you plan on supporting her, but I guess time will tell…

Geez, Thanksgiving should be fun at our home this year. Anyone wanna come over? All the talk at the table will surely be about the bird- not the one we will be eating, the one on Megan’s shoulder!

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