The day of birth

Today is my birthday and I got to spend the morning sitting in bed, drinking tea, finishing New Moon (Oh God the writing gets worse but my heart still beats for Edward), and sharing waffles, eggs and bacon (I clearly didn't get enough calories yesterday).

I am lucky to have a birthday near my all time favorite holiday (not to mention the fact that I share my birthday with none other than Jon Stewart! *swoon*). With family visiting (aka. built in babysitters!) and my husband off of work, we will truly celebrate.

But still, I am reminded of how different my birthday feels to me now that I am a mother.

My birthday used to be all about ME.

Now I think of it as the day my mom birthed me. The day she screamed and cried and bled and thought she would break in two and yet didn't. The day she held me for the first time. The day she and my dad named me. The day they began the long journey of teaching me about the world and how it worked. Though it wasn't the day that she became a mother (my brother is three years older), it was the day she became MY mother.

So, Happy Birthday, Mom. Thank you for my birthday and every day after.


Kathi McCracken Dente said...

Happy Birthday! Sounds like a wonderful day!

grammalouie said...

Wow, you sure know how to make a mother cry.

I am truly blessed. Deep down blessed with all my being.

Thank you, my beloved daughter.

Mommy Daisy said...

Hope that you had a great birthday.

(I agree that having birthdays, after being a mother yourself, are totally different now.)

Erin said...

Yes. Well said.

LOVE the picture. Looks like it belongs in a magazine or catalog or something.

Kathleen said...

OK, you two look SO cute in this photo - the glee and enjoyment on your face say it all. I am so happy to see you enjoying your day.


desperate housewife said...

I agree with Erin- that picture should be in a magazine as the photo to go with an article titled, "How To Make Magical Mother Daughter Moments Happen."

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