OK, so I haven't written for a while. I have no excuse, other than I've been busy. Thirty years ago, today, I had an even better excuse, which was legitimate. I became a mom for the very first time. I have officially been a mom for over half of my life. How did that happen? How well I remember the joy that filled my heart when I held my first child, daughter Ellen, for the very first time. I thought my heart would explode with wonderment and joy. Here I was, a young person of 27, charged with the upbringing and care of this very impressionable human being. I was feeling up to the challenge.
I didn't feel so secure when, three days later, I took her home. Did I actually think I had any knowledge of what to do with this little one. She was adorable, the family just raved, I felt fine, but.......What to do? I think we went through seven outfits the very first night home.
And now, thirty years later, she herself is a very confident, assured, independent, and capable young lady. She just took off running and never quit. I miss her dearly today, and most days, and think back on those times of being so busy! I wouldn't have missed a day of her childhood for anything.
Happy 30th birthday, Ellen!
1 comment:
To be honest, I'm not sure how you were able to make it through every day of my childhood. Even I remember what a disaster I was at times! Thanks for the nice words--see you in just a few weeks!
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