I once knew someone who, when talking about her daughter’s birthdays and birthday parties, would proudly say it was “my day too.” That always irritated me at the time, and I still think it’s a ridiculous thing to say, but now I understand why she would say such a thing.
The days that my children were born were monumental days in my life. I understand why a mother would feel ownership over her children’s birthdays, especially their first child’s birthdays. My own firstborn gave me such a hard time coming out that I’ll never forget the pain and the fear and the blessed relief when it was all over. But even so, I can’t claim that it’s my day. Isn’t that one of the ultimate lessons of parenthood? This is not about me.
Today is Sara Kate’s 4th birthday. It seems like such a big number, but I know I’ll blink and she’ll be 10. I feel so grateful and humbled that she’s our little girl. April 6th (and 5th) 4 years ago was one of the most difficult days of my life, but I’d do it again gladly. She is so worth it.