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I turned 42 this week and for a brief moment I wondered why I hadn't heard from my mother. She used to call and leave a sweet voice message in a sing-song voice. When I'd call her back she would answer by singing a silly birthday song our family sings to each other on their name day. It isn't lost on me that my acknowledging my birth is a celebration of her accomplishments—including, and especially Ren. I can't help but reflect that when she was 42, she was the mother of a sixteen year old hormone and a boy who was five-going-on-famous. Times weren't easy then. The kind where things aren't for the better and you can never go back. But before all of that... for many many formative years... my mother made incredible sacrifices and selflessly gave me her heart and soul so I could grow up with something solid to stand on. So I would know in my gut I was loved and could do anything to which I put my mind and heart. My parents gave me the earth below my body. Nothing will ever compare to that kind of foundation I was handed in my beginnings. I vow to pay that forward to Ren and no matter where life takes us, my only wish is that he will always know he is worthy of love and pleasure and happiness—that he will find ways to ensure that for himself—because somewhere deep inside he felt the ground beneath his feet. Thank you, Mom. Happy BIRTHday to me... and Ren.
First birthday. Ugh. There are so many of those GD firsts. Deep breaths and pushing through is all you can do.
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