Today is my birthday, I am 32 years old. Five years ago, October 15, 2008, I gave birth to a little baby boy. We had adopted our older daughter who was almost three, and were surprised when I found out I was pregnant. It wasn’t a hard pregnancy compared to what some women deal with, but it did come with a few hiccups. I had Preeclampsia and had to be induced three weeks early. After I delivered my sweet little boy, I stared at him and realized that I would do it all again for such a great gift.
I also started thinking about how my mom went through that four different times. When I was younger she had a daycare in our home so she could help our family and give us some extra special holidays, birthdays, dinners and more fun celebrations.
Almost two weeks later it was my birthday October 27th. I decided then that as fun as it is to celebrate birthdays, I should celebrate my mom. That year I gave her flowers thanking her for giving birth to me, for sacrificing things, loving me and always making birthdays so great. On the card I wrote “Happy Giving Birth Day!”
The next year I did the same. In 2010 I had another baby on October 23rd. I had a four day old baby, but I knew that I had to give my mom flowers. My husband drove our new little family of five to the store and then to my mom’s work to deliver them.