The story never changes, just how many years that separate me from the day it was written. Here is how it goes. Once upon a time, 11 years ago, a child looking for Mother, and I was born. The pain involved in that extraordinary event was not, as they promised, forgettable. I still remember it. My uterus writhing in pain, I curled up in a ball, gripping the bars on the hospital bed, telling everyone around me to please shut up (in the nicest voice I could possibly muster of course).
Are You My Mother by P.D. Eastman
Before long, I was pushing out into the world from the dark, vulnerable universe of my body, a 5-pound baby. She came into the world with her eyes wide open, and I knew she was looking for me. My father was there, still healthy and whole, and incredibly happy. My mom, too.
Sometimes I wonder if it would better if us human could just laid eggs. Then the mommy and daddy can take turns keeping the egg warm.
Happy birthday to your daughter.
Wow. That kind of post is a true wonder to those of us who will never be blessed to be mothers. Blessings!
Happy Birthday to your beautiful daughter!!
Hi Jen–
Oh, the joy of motherhood. 🙂 I am reminded of what my father once said to me: “Always remember your mother on your birthday; it is really her day.” I took his advice… Thanks for the sharing this Beautiful Memory.
love that story. beautiful
lovely recall Jen – is it birth day today … if so happiest wishes to your wee 11 year old. If not happiest wishes for the day anyway le
Hello Jen!
I love the last paragraph on this story….’a child looking for mother’…….such a simple statement with a powerful message!
Thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a nice message.
Cheers
Peggy