Yesterday was my birthday. A day that used to be all about me (at least in my own little world it was!). But then, something funny happened since my last birthday. I had a baby! And well, my birthday no longer felt so special, or rather – it no longer felt especially about me.
Instead, it reminded me of the day last April that I had my baby boy and the real birth day that was! And it made me start to think. Why do we celebrate the birthday of a child who was born, instead of celebrating the mother who birthed him?
Yesterday I felt more like celebrating my mom, for having me, than celebrating myself for just being born. I now truly understand the love of a mother and life no longer is about myself… every moment is about the child that is holding my heart.
A day that was supposed to be my day – celebrating me – becomes his day – celebrating a tooth breaking through and the joy that he brings my life – and her day – for having me, and loving me.
I love you, sweet baby Bjorn. And I love you Mom. Thanks for having me, and loving me. Happy Birthday to you!