I turned 31 last Friday.
For 31 years, I have been really into birthdays. February 1st hits, and I declare it “birthday month!” I spend all week looking forward to the big day, and I love the special feeling when the 24th finally comes. But this year felt totally different.
For the first time in my life, a day that has always been all about me, suddenly had me thinking about someone else…
The day my son was born was hands down the best day of my life. All that hope, anticipation, worry, and excitement. It’s crazy to think that 31 years ago, my mom was having all those same thoughts about me. Before having children myself, I don’t think I ever could have appreciated what a true gift she has given me, and how special this day is for her as well as me.
I know that from now on I’ll see birthdays differently. While of course they are a chance to celebrate whoever was born, it’s also a chance to celebrate the whole family – moms, dads, siblings, grandparents – whoever. Because the birth of a child is never about just one person, it really is about the whole family unit. So happy birthday to my mom! And thanks for going through two days of labor to bring me here!