Our eldest child will turn forty in the morning – forty. I can hardly believe it. I can still close my eyes and conjure the moment of her birth, the moment I became a mother…. it feels like yesterday and forever ago.
We’d gotten married in the fall – by Christmas I was suffering morning sickness and people were subtly counting the months between our wedding and our due date on their fingers. That was back in the days when stuff like that mattered. At twenty-three my darling husband wasn’t much more than a kid himself – the prospect of fatherhood blew away the dusty remains of his youth. Our newlywed status vanished – we were hell bent down the path of parenting before our first anniversary. We were overwhelmed and over the moon.
Holding our brand new baby in my arms I had no clue what the future would hold, I was caught in a moment of magic. From that day onward the planet began to spin differently – the center of the universe shifted – time warped.
Forty years ago and only yesterday – a mother and a baby were born. A happy, happy birthday.
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Lovely little piece Elva. i just love this — “the prospect of fatherhood blew away the dusty remains of his youth.” So poetic!
Pam – thank you