Our second daughter turned 18 yesterday. We took her to Cheeseburger in Paradise for dinner. We had a wonderful conversation about movies (she is taking a class in Film Literature) and other things she is studying.
You have to understand that this is a huge achievement for her because she has a communication disorder, so conversations are a real struggle for her. She is a senior in high school and is struggling with her Sociology class and was actually able to tell us last night that she is having trouble with the way the questions on the assignments are formatted. We talked about steps she could take to alleviate her difficulties, such as talking to her teacher or asking her resource teacher to intercede and see if he can help to have her assignments modified before she gets a failing grade in the class.
I was so proud of her for being so mature about the situation. But why shouldn't she be mature, she is 18, she can vote in the next election. Because of her disability we have a hard time thinking of her as mature and capable. She really showed great maturity last night. Praise God.