Amanda Lamb: Mother of a voter - what happens when your teenager hits voting age

It hit me this week: I am the mother of a voter.

And just in case I might forget that I am now the parent of an adult, I am getting email notices from her doctors’ offices and school that I no longer have access to her records unless she signs a form allowing me that privilege (which she will).

It hasn’t happened yet, because it’s all too new, but I am sure the words, “I can do whatever I want. I’m an adult,” will be uttered in our house at some point.

True, you are technically an adult at 18, but real adults work and support themselves. In my opinion, as long as you live in my house, and I am paying your way, you are still my child, albeit a child who can vote.

So, as we navigate this new landscape as the parents of an adult, I’m sure there will be moments where we will have to redefine our relationship with our older daughter. We will let the rope out even more and allow her more freedom, but also expect from her the responsibility and accountability that comes along with adulthood.

I have no idea where my adult daughter will end up in life, but one thing I know for sure, she’s going to be one heck of a voter …​