Birthdays

Yesterday, I celebrated my birthday. Like I have stated earlier, I am not dreading turning older. I have learned way more in my 20's than I had in the years prior. I look forward to the years ahead.

But one of the things I realized since becoming a mom is that your birthday is not really for you...it is for your mom (I can not speak from a dad's perspective becasue I am not a dad, I am a mom. But I am sure they have similar feelings). Since I was the first born, I got to make my mom a mom.
I am sure at some point yesterday, my mom relived the moments before I was born and the moments after. I now do the same with my children. I now understand why my mom got all sappy with hugs and kisses on my birthday. Why I heard over and over about the day I was born.
Your birthday is also your mom's day.

Which means...
Every September 2nd, I will think of this moment. The moment I became a mom. I was scared and it was hard, but I wouldn't trade it for anything...ever.

Every September 29th, I will think of this day. The day, my little girl came without much warning and with much pain. But what JOY!

And every September 25th, I will think of this. The day I gave my little blessing, our 3rd girl, a kiss from her mommy.

So...Happy Birthday to me...but also, Happy Birthday to my mom.