Today I turn 24 years old and recently
time snuck up on me again and reminded me that my little has turned
another month older as well...
Since having Hadden my outlook on
birthdays has changed drastically. In a way I feel a child’s
birthday is just as much theirs as it is their mothers.
After, technically, 10 months of
carrying a child who essentially becomes a part of you, you both work
together and go through one of the most miraculous, challenging and
beautiful things either of you had ever experienced.
I remember shortly after my water broke
the contractions started to become stronger and something incredible
took place. I could feel Hadden move. Not like before though when I
could feel him. He was working with me. Every contraction, at least
for a while, I could feel him move with it. He was working so hard.
He was laboring just as much as I was.
I'll never forget our special time
together when he was in my belly. And I will most certainly never
forget how we worked together through one of the longest nights of my
life.
When he turns 1 at the end of
September, I will celebrate those memories along with the amazing
year we had together and the many more to come. You see, when he was
born, he took a part of me with him. There's a small hole in me that
only he can fill, that only his love can satisfy.
Birthday's are so much more than
turning another year older. As a mother they mean so much more to me
than I could even begin to understand let alone relay to others, but
it was something I needed to express and get off my chest.
I've said it before and I'll say it
again, “The days are long, but the years are short”.
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