Sitting next to the birthday girl at dinner last night, I tried to get her to order a different appetizer or something and she turned to me and said “Hey! It’s not your birthday!” and I responded, “Yes, it is. The day you were born is the day who I am now was.” She smiled and said, “that’s right. Happy Birthday!”
She is my first born and while I cherish each and every day that marks the birth of one of my children, I understand better why I am most emotionally charged on her birthday. It is a day I can point to and say this is THE event that singularly changed the trajectory of my life. As wonderful and significant as getting married was and as I look forward to celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary in a few short weeks, I never felt as changed by marriage as I have by motherhood.
There are very few moments one can point to and say that, THAT changed me. But this I know: on October 7, 1993, I became.
Happy birthday to us.