girls, you have taught me that life is not all about me. that i should put away my phone and be in the moment.
you have taught me to embrace that our family is different. and different is good.
when i started motherhood with you girls 15 years ago, we were just like every other family. or so it seemed. two parents and three kids.
but then a few years in, something seemed a little off with daddy. we discovered he had Parkinson’s. i felt sad, mad, confused, ripped off, empathetic, impatient, frustrated. all that. more. i felt love too. and hope. now and then.
but you girls kept me rooted in the moment. i couldn’t be all about me.
mom, i need to go to daycare.
mom, check my hair for nits.
mom, sign my permission form.
mom, make me dinner. mom, i don’t eat meat.
mom, come to my game.
mom. mom. mom. i’m going out now.
mom, what time do i have to be home?
mom, can i go to the rocky horror picture show?
(i know you threw some pleases in there too…)
and because of you, i stopped worrying about me. i worried about you kids. and i still worried about dad, of course. but i learned to do more than worry.
i learned to enjoy and laugh. and find the good in everyone. every single person. (god, i do try.) and i learned about pop songs. and i learned about chicago math.
i learned about myself because of you. when one of you was a bit dramatic or a bit emotional or a bit of a good storytelller — i thought, hmmmm, she might’ve gotten that from me…
so maybe it is all about me, after all.
no. wait, today’s your birthday. it’s all about you.
you and you. my two. my girlies. my darlings. happy birthday. i got lucky when i got you.