On November thirteenth, an unspecified number of years ago, I became a mother for the first time. The universe had not researched my qualifications, just plopped her in my lap. She was the most beautiful and the most terrifying thing that had ever happened to me.
I could not believe that, after less than a week in the hospital (those were the days!) they turned us out. The OC, who was at that time a very junior curmudgeon and better at bluffing confidence than I was, came to take us home. When I suggested they should send a nurse to live with us for that first year they only laughed and told us everything would be fine. Really? I could not believe their cavalier attitude towards this precious new scrap of humanity.
But, to my everlasting surprise, everthing was fine.
She grew and she thrived and she taught me not to be such a scardy cat and to have a little faith.
She changed and enriched our lives forever.
Now she is all grown up - a smart, kind, gentle and beautiful soul, with two children of her own.
Today is her birthday.
Happy, happy, day EB!