Not all my blog posts are tributes. I promise. This is just a coincidence.
But the thing is, my daughter turned 24 yesterday. In itself, it’s not really any kind of milestone. It’s not the Sweet 16 or a quarter of a century but since last night I couldn’t sleep (the Clown‘s fault) I was reflecting on how wonderful my daughter is. For the record, I do think that both my kids are wonderful but this particular post is about my daughter.
Warning: it gets very cheesy from here on. It you despise cheesy, I recommend you stop reading right now.
My daughter is an amazing young woman. Ha! Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe her. At 24, she’s one of the top swing dancers in Canada. She has so many medals, trophies and plaques, that our team members actually got her a trophy as an award for being awarded the most trophies ever. Our team members have a very particular sense of humour.
But back to my daughter. Not only she’s a very accomplished dancer but also an award-winning choreographer and a great DJ. She’s constantly invited to teach, judge and deejay at international events.
She’s also a badass business woman. She was born an entrepreneur. At the age of 6, she asked me if I could buy her a bag of assorted buttons and beads which she promptly proceeded to sell to her friends and classmates. She invested the earnings in more buttons and beads and from that point on, she always had her own pocket money. That year, she gave me the first ever present bought with her own money and man, was she ever proud of that. Such a bright smile on her little, adorable face.
At 9 she moved on to friendship bracelets and by 12, she had her own line of jewelry. She also designed and made stationary and greeting cards that were very popular among her classmates. As Swing Dynamite’s Artistic Director, she’s in charge of contracts and has made it possible for us to perform at places like the National Arts Centre, pretty much all the museums in town, the Fallsview casino… the list goes on.
On top of that, she sings beautifully and won several singing contests back when we lived in Colombia. She also paints and does all sorts of artsy things. She’s also in charge of costumes for all our teams and she manages to make everybody look like a million dollars on a budget. It’s like the well of her talents is bottomless.
She’s so responsible too. I remember when she first came to Canada. She turned 17 shortly after arriving and I was a bit worried that she might be a somewhat overwhelmed by the whole immigrant thing. After all, she had left life-long friends and family behind. One Friday, we were hanging out in the living room and my son asked her about a party one of her classmates was throwing at his place. I immediately started to encourage her to go. I said something to the effect of “you’re young, you should be out having fun with people your age instead of watching TV with me”. She looked at me and very calmly replied: “All they do at those parties is get drunk and/or get stoned. I don’t like to do either so what’s the point of me going?. I managed a smile (cause really, what do you say to that?). And then I thought to myself, I think I manage to do a good job as a mother, after all.
And if all that mind-blowing-ness wasn’t enough, she’s drop dead gorgeous
However, don’t cross her, she can also get vicious if needed
But most importantly and above of all, she has a heart of gold. She’s a very caring, loving person, the kind that will always go the extra mile to help a friend in need. She’s also the best daughter a mother can have. Hands down! We’re best friends. We’re pals. We’re partners in crime. We take care of each other and we have a lot of fun while we’re at it.
So, beautiful daughter of mine, this is a tribute to you. Never was there a mother more proud of her daughter than me. I just wish my mother could have had the chance to see you being born, to see you grow up, to witness what a wonderful young woman you’ve become. She would be very proud too!