Last August, I reached the milestone of my 50th birthday. Though I celebrated with family and friends, it was really a day like any other. Just another number. Of course, I can't deny that I feel the effects of aging but, overall, I think it's very true that "you're as young as you feel". And, anyway, you can't stop time so you might as well embrace it.
Twenty-five years ago today, I embraced something entirely different.
Today my eldest turns 25.
There was a moment of pure terror when she was placed in my arms for the first time. A moment of wondering, what have we done? And how in the world do you get this tiny being into adulthood without messing everything up? And never mind paying for it.
I was 25 years old when Shannon was born. And, now I've had 25 years of watching her grow (literally -- she's 5'10"!) into the beautiful young woman she is today. A married woman. And, at some point, we'll be getting that call that she's going to be a mother herself. I didn't really know how to be a mother when she was born and I don't know how to be a grandmother, either, but I imagine I'll learn. And probably pretty quickly, when the time comes. After the numbness wear off a bit.
This birthday may just be another number but the memories of the past and the hope of the future are all rolled into one on this special day.
Happy Birthday, Shannon -- my firstborn -- the one we had to practice on -- and to learn from -- and are still doing so 25 years later.
I love you!
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