I've been thinking about writing again and I can't think of a better occasion than my birth day to begin again. When I used to live in the Bay Area and close to my mom and dad, I used to give my mom a potted plant on my birthday - usually daffodils or tulips. It's been a while since I've been to Pleasanton at this time of year, but I think those tulips and daffodils still bloom every January in my mom and dad's front yard.
I'm not trying to brag about being a great daughter because I definitely don't win the best daughter award. But I do think my mom deserves a beautiful yard full of flowers to let her know how much I love her. And now that I've experienced child birth, I appreciate her all the more.
I love and appreciate my dad too, but let's face it, mom did all the work. Many years ago I asked my dad what he remembered about my birth. In typical dad fashion he said he remembered it was the most exhausting day of his life. I didn't actually see my mom's face, but I imagine the biggest eye roll in the history of eye rolls.
So happy birthday mom. Thanks for giving birth to me. I think it goes without saying that I owe my life to you.
with all my love,
your favorite first born daughter
ps to everyone: feel free to give your mom flowers on your birthday. I think it would be a lovely tradition for everyone to enjoy.
