Birthday girl

My beautiful eldest daughter Stefanie turns 28 at 12:52am the morning of October 18th.

She is the one who inspired me to follow my gut feeling. It is for her that I changed my life’s path completely, for the better, for both of us. It is she who brought out my natural inclination toward mothering. Stefanie is the one who helped me discover who I really was. She made me brave and strong, when no one thought I was, including me.

Just by being born, she forced me to visualize exactly how I wanted my life to be, what kind of mother I wanted to become, what I did and didn’t want in my life. And take action to achieve this vision.

Someday this will happen to her. I don’t know if her firstborn will bring it out in her, or if she will come to this realization on her own. Maybe it’s just a product of reaching a certain age or stage.

But for me, it was her. Stefanie is the one who made me who I am. I love her for so many reasons, but this is the one most special to me.

Happy birthday and thank you, honey.

1 thought on “Birthday girl

  1. I remember the night she was born. Dad shouted upstairs and woke me up from my sleep, telling me that you’d had a girl. I smiled and fell back asleep. I couldn’t wait to meet her.

    I also vividly remember your horrible back labor with her on our living room sofa. Ugh.

    I have a hard time believing you have a 28yo daughter. To me, you’re still fifteen and holding (correction: squeezing the shit out of) my hand as we crossed the street to the park.

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