Instead, it reminded me of the day last April that I had my baby boy and the real birth day that was! And it made me start to think. Why do we celebrate the birthday of a child who was born, instead of celebrating the mother who birthed him?
Yesterday I felt more like celebrating my mom, for having me, than celebrating myself for just being born. I now truly understand the love of a mother and life no longer is about myself... every moment is about the child that is holding my heart.
A day that was supposed to be my day - celebrating me - becomes his day - celebrating a tooth breaking through and the joy that he brings my life - and her day - for having me, and loving me.
I love you, sweet baby Bjorn. And I love you Mom. Thanks for having me, and loving me. Happy Birthday to you!
