My baby girl celebrates her 45th birthday today.
Of course, she's now a woman. A strong woman. A confident and competent woman.
Competent. That word jumped out at me this summer when she drove us to see the MosaiCanada display in Gatineau. Her driving was extremely competent. When roads were unexpectedly closed in this strange-to-us area and I would have been anxious, she competently found her way in and out and around with no apparent stress at all.
To call someone competent almost seems like damning with faint praise as it were, but I think it's a high compliment. I mean to say that one could go on and on with other traits such as intelligent, kind, considerate, loyal, pleasant and so on and so forth, but competent is the descriptor that has struck me lately.
This past year, she became manager of a seniors residence. This was the same residence in which she began her career as a lowly-paid bookkeeper seventeen years ago. In the intervening years her competence was recognized and prized and led to many salary increases and eventually this promotion.
After separating from her husband several years ago, she competently managed to save enough money on her single salary to take the kids on a Disney Caribbean Cruise earlier this month. I find this remarkable.
I didn't know what my child would become 45 years ago, but she has become a competent woman and admirable in many many respects.