I wish I could turn back the clock and bestow some advice on my former self…and if I could…I’d tell me to not be so afraid. That everything would turn out just right. That life has a funny way of giving us exactly what we need…exactly when we need it.
Twenty three years ago today…on the 23rd of February…at 23 years of age…I became a Mom.
I needed her.
That night, alone in the hospital room surrounded by pink flowers and pink balloons, I held my baby girl and promised her…made a solemn vow…that I would be the very best mom that I could possibly be.
I was scared. I was alone. I was facing a world of unknown territory and wasn’t really sure where my life was headed. Suddenly, someone else was counting on me to get it right…to make smart decisions not only for my future…but for hers.
I didn’t always get it right!
But I did my best.
For twenty-three years I’ve loved this little girl more than I ever thought possible and as we made it through one phase after the next…the sleepless nights through the early years and again through the teens…I’ve come out the other side…with the most wonderful, caring, loving, thoughtful friend I’ve ever known.
Being Emily’s Mom…has been the greatest joy of my life.
Twenty three years ago today, when I was 23, this bright light came into my life and I was forever changed.
She taught me to be my very best because she had what I needed more than anything else in this world…she had the power to make me a better person, so I could stop feeling so afraid…and stop feeling alone.
I am who I am today, because I am Emily’s Mom.
Happy 23rd Birthday my beautiful girl. I love you.