Two years ago I knelt face down across the bed in labor and delivery room number 3 and groaned to my nurse,
“I cannot do this. I will never have this baby! I don’t know how to do this!”
Yes you can. Look at you. See? You are doing it right now! You already knew how, you just didn’t know it yet.
We are moaning and groaning because we do not know how to do this, but look!
We are doing it right now. Moment by moment, breath by breath,
we are doing it.
Clara Horney, you have brightened every single day of my last two years. You made me look at myself in ways I never imagined, you dragged me through the darkest of nights, you surprised me again and again with the parts of you that are so separate from me and so very much YOU.
And you made me a mother. What a joy you are to all of us! What a presence! What a gift!
Happy Birthday, Smoochie my love. Happy Happy Happy Birthday!