Every year on September 19th it’s Talk Like a Pirate Day hear in America. Such an utterly ridiculous but cute thing to celebrate, I guess.
What I really choose to celebrate on this day is my baby’s birthday. He turns 17 years old today. I still remember waking up at 12:01 am with my water having broken. There was no mad dash to the hospital or silly nerves about the impending birth. It was like, oh great, time to go have this kid, FINALLY! I had gone into active back labour on Tuesday at Denny’s while having breakfast. It was now Friday and I was sooooo ready. It was a very interesting 15 1/2 hours till the baby came. I’ve never been so overcome with emotion till that day. Everything in my life had paled in comparison up until that moment when the presented me with my scary-looking alien baby. It’s certainly been an adventure these last 17 years. But he is the most beautiful, thoughtful, loving, caring, sweet, compassionate, responsible, intelligent boy a mother could ask for. He makes every day a joy. I know my real purpose in life was to have him and experience what true unconditional love is all about.
Happy birthday to my baby boy!