I was born at 6:01 p.m. Pacific time on August 10th.
I imagine that my mother was not sleeping well about this time (3:15 a.m.), as she was starting the laboring process. I am sure she wondered what it would be like to be a mother. Would the baby be a boy or girl?
I was to be her first-born of five children. I was her only child for three and a half years.
Sometimes, I wonder what life was like for us as a family back then. I was never told the stories–good ones. Those, which were not so good, were swept under the rug and were forbidden territory about which to ask questions.
Here I am in the wee hours, as she was, laboring in my thoughts and wondering what life holds in store for me in the upcoming year. Will there be more birthdays to follow?
There are many things I have planned to accomplish today and I am going to spend time with friends at their annual summer bash. But for now, I simply need to shut my brain down and try to sleep.
Before I do, I want to send this message to my mother, wherever she is:
Thank you, Mom, for giving me life 58 years ago today. And thank you for loving me in the ways that you knew how to do so. I hope that I made you proud.
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