More than 16 years ago, I met my first child for the first time. She was gorgeous, of course, and I said, “Hello, you,” like probably every mother all the way back to Eve. In those early baby days, I wondered what she would be like as she grew up, but I could never imagine her as practically an adult at 16. She’s far exceeded my expectations in many ways, but I don’t think I’m in too much trouble of her adulting anytime too soon.