Well, its official. I’ve made 28 trips around the sun. I feel very lucky for my time here. Birthdays hold a deeper meaning each year. A time of reflection where as before it was a time to party and go crazy (which I still did, don’t worry.) They do have more depth these days.
The last couple of birthdays I have given more thought to the fact that this day many years ago my mom gave birth to me. Sometimes I get wrapped up in my new age or just myself and I forget about the actual birth. I asked my mother last year to write down the story of my birth because I didn’t know very much about it…
I learned that my mom and dad house burned down in Louisiana when they were pregnant with me. Both of my parents lost their jobs when they were pregnant with me, I was ‘2 weeks overdue’ which I think ‘overdue’ is a silly term. Because a baby knows exactly how and when they should come out. I was fashionably late.
I learned that my dad was a part of the entire delivery and helped my mom with her breathing, He also kept the mood light. Which I can definitely believe. I was 7 pounds and 4 oz. My mother breast-fed me for 3 months and when she went back to work she came home over lunch while the babysitter was there and breast-fed.