Today is my birthday. My birthday. But for some reason, I’m not thinking of myself so much today. I’m thinking of my mom.
Because the day of my birth was a much bigger deal for her than me. Heck, I don’t even remember it!
Apparently I was impatient even in the womb. Because my mom’s due date was at the end of April. But I was destined to be an Aries. I told the story last year, so I won’t go into it again. But let’s just say she’s been on my mind today a lot.
Maybe by extension, but I’m thinking about Katie a lot today too. She’s carrying my unborn niece around with her these days, and I absolutely cannot wait to meet the baby girl!
Speaking of babies, I raided my baby book this morning for some tidbits about the early days. I found these gems, written by Mom:
“By 9 1/2 months, she insisted on feeding herself finger foods – refused all baby foods except cereal. Loves Cheerios and Cheese!”
– found this particularly amusing as I had Cheerios for breakfast this morning …
“Melissa has always loved being outdoors. She would stop crying if we took her outside. She loves to watch the dogs – especially Buckwheat [the black lab] running.”
– some things never change, as I look out my window and see Kishin, the black doberman mix, running …
In August 1982, I said, “Mama, I’m not going to get married right away when I grow up. I’m going to wait a few minutes.”
I also asked, “Does God have hair like Granddaddy’s?”
On my 3rd birthday, March 30, 1981, we were camping in Saint Augustine, Fl. I actually remember this birthday. Some of you might as well as this was the day Reagan was shot. I remember having a cupcake in a hotel room that had a courtyard. My baby book says we camped for 2 nights and spent the third night in a hotel. I’m guessing this is one of my first memories. As I grew up, for some reason I mistook the memory and thought we were in a hotel because Reagan got shot. That somehow we were there, at the shooting. I actually had to look it up just to make sure that wasn’t true.
So I’ve had my Cheerios this morning. Might have a slice of cheese and go sit outdoors and watch the dogs run around. Some things never change …