My Birthday Angel

My daughter’s birthday

It is my daughter’s birthday today. She is 27 years old. She may think it’s her day of celebration. However, I see it as my day to cherish her birth.

She came to me when I truly needed a blessing. Pregnancy had long eluded me. My mother had her celestial passing due to cancer, my father was an immortal alcoholic, and life just seemed silent and slow, easing into an uncomfortable sense of being and dark depression.

Madison’s birth was a saving grace. I found a positive purpose to grow up and outside of my own ego. Caring for another being was so healing for me. It took the selfishness of self out of my game and gave a focus of lovingkindness to my life. At long last, it wasn’t all about me.  It was about being the BEST me so that she could grow up into the BEST her … and it was my responsibility to ensure that.

I was so grateful for her. I found passion in wanting to heal and whole myself, because I knew that she would grow up to be the improved version of me. The quest of learning about and loving myself began because of her.

She was the light that lifted my darkness.  I’ve come such a long way and know that my quest to better myself through joy and love will never cease. What better gift could I have received?

So …  I cherish her for her gift of simply being in the world. Her light is brilliant and full of grace. And I found my light because of her.

Happy birthday, my lovie.

Mom