Today I turned thirty-five years old. Happy Birthday to me! But, not only Happy Birthday to me, also Happy Birthday to my mom. Today was my mom’s sixty-first birthday. That’s right – I was born on my mother’s birthday.
This day has always been special. Every year of my life I have celebrated this day with the most important woman I know. Mom. It is our day.
Thirty-five years ago, my mom believed she could not have children. Diagnosed with infertility she and my father decided to adopt. I don’t know how long they waited, but one day they got the call. A little girl had been born on January 5th. I cannot imagine what that call was like for my parents. I only know that my parents dreams of having a child came true. I arrived, 7 lbs 14 oz as a birthday gift to my mother.
When I think about the miracle of birth, anyone’s birth, I am speechless. So many tiny events make-up the individuality of each unique and blessed child. I am grateful everyday for the events of my birth. A fifteen year old girl – scared and alone in this world – not only gave me the gift of life, she gave me the gift of my family. A tremendous sacrifice for such a young girl. After I found my birth mother I thanked her every chance I could for the decision she made.
I am lucky. I found my birth family and I have the most amazing adoptive family. To me they are all family. More love to go around.
Tonight I am grateful for all the events that created my life and continue to help me grow. When I look back on these three-and-a-half decades and look forward to the future I know that I am living a life of abundance. The love that surrounds me is a blessing I do not take for granted.
May we all awaken to the abundance in our lives and may we write about all the special moments that brought us to now.