My birthday was this week, but ever since becoming a Mom, I view my birthday differently.
I still think about cake and presents (I am older, not dead), but the first thought I have on my birthday is my own Mother and her joy of the birth of her first child and only girl. Was it the same way I felt when I held my own son on his ‘birth-day’? The utter amazement in welcoming him to the world? Holding his little head on my shoulder and fingers in my hand for the first time? If my Mom was feeling the way I did, it brings tears to my eyes.
I also think about my own son on my Birthday; how each year since he has been born has given more meaning to my days and years. So while I definitely will enjoy a quiet birthday dinner with my husband, the sloppy kisses and cake I will share with my son is equally joyous.
This birthday will come and go, like the, um, 21 others (I’m sticking with that number). The life I have led has brought me to this point; the good, the bad and the ugly, but I am still here, and still standing despite the punches and hugs, ups and downs, joys and sorrows. I am grateful for it, and I feel blessed with each day I am given with my family.
So on this birthday, I have three things to say: Thanks Mom for welcoming me into this world those many years ago; Thanks C and L for giving me meaning to my life everyday; thanks to my true friends (you know who you are); and thank you to everyone who supports my blogging – whether you are a Blogger friend or someone who reads my posts with regularity, I appreciate all of you.
May you all have wonderful birthdays in the year to come, and let me know what you are grateful for on your special day.