Yesterday was my Mom’s Birthday. All day long I was thinking about how years ago (to be nice we won’t mention how many) my Grandma gave birth to a little red headed girl. She probably felt very similar to how I felt on the day Baby Bear was born. Overwhelming love.
|Meeting Baby Bear for the first time|
It’s kind of crazy how giving birth completely changes how you think about Birthdays. I don’t know if I ever thought of my Mom as a newborn before I became a Mother. It’s easy to forget that she is somebody’s baby. That every little joy in a new word spoken or milestone achieved that I witness in my son; my Grandmother witnessed in her.
|Mom with some of her 9 siblings|
|If only my Senior pictures were this timeless...|
I don’t know if my Grandma knew, that day in the hospital in Syracuse New York, just what kind of a life was beginning and where her little girl would be today. But I know if she did, she would have been proud. So very, very proud.
Happy Birthday Mommy. I love you.