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| Always wanted a BROTHER |
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| Always wanted a SISTER |
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| My 4th birthday and first memory |
The truth is for years I hated my birthday. Really hated it. The year I was born I am so sure my family was thrilled for a new baby, YEAHOOO!! I imagine they went through all my “firsts” and had a great time celebrating my 1st birthday…..Then my mom died, tragically. So for the year of 1973 my family had a lot to deal with but still had this little one that needed attention. I was their distraction from it all. I can only imagine what my 2nd birthday held. I know a family friend had the party, the first anniversary of someone’s death is always the hardest. I am sure they all loved the fact my birthday was the focus, but I can only imagine the heart ache. Year after year that became the case. I could tell they wanted to celebrate but their thoughts went to my mom. I have always felt pressure to have a great birthday yet there was always a cloud over it. I thought in my warped little head if I didn’t have a birthday she would still be here, crazy but to a child living it seemed like the truth. I excepted my brithday to fix the pain. Years and years of therapy have taught me different. I learned that my birthday had nothing to do with it, duh! Yet still was hard accepting that.
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| Taught me to iron underware |
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| Daddy's little girl |
What cancer taught me, is life! So all those years that I thought I was the reason for the pain I realize they needed my birthday. Birthdays are about life!! I came into their life when they needed to see a smile, they needed a laugh and they needed innocence. My son Ben is wise beyond years and he said to me last night “Your mom died and showed them death but you showed the how to live”!!! He is so fucking smart it kills me.
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| Told me about my period! |
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| Spoiled me rotten |
So for years they fought over who got to take me places, do things with me, spoil me or just be with me. They still do cause I am that fabulous!! Not because they needed to forget my mom’s death but they needed LIFE. My birthday was important because I was needed. And I needed them to show me love. Every person in these pictures was a mother to me, every person loved me for me, every person needed me…..
Happy Birthday to me!!!
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| One of the only pictures of my mom holding me |
This makes me happy beyond words. Happy birthday to one of the best gifts of life I know! Love you,
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Happy Birthday lovely lady. xo
ReplyDeleteThe first time I read this I cried, the second time I read this I was sobbing. It is something to hear what each of us felt and have gone thru all these tears. I can barely remember her, her voice, her face, all so faded. You on the other hand I have always felt the worse for. For you and for her. You both lost out on so much. I do know for sure you are as beautiful as she was. She would be so proud of the woman you turned out to be and the mother to those boys. Your strength, ispiration, fierceness,compassion,love and yes the bitch in you I'm positive has her smiling. I am so thankful you know how much you were loved and are loved because you are and always will be. I said it before and I'll continue to tell you, you are blessed, we all are. I love you little sister, thanks for the tears, I love you. xoxo Happy Birthday Sweet Girl <3
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday gorgeous lady!! I'm so happy your Mom gifted you to the world before she left it.
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XOXOXO
What a beautiful post to celebrate your birthday and honor your mother. Happy birthday to you, you certainly have reason to celebrate. - Jessi
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ReplyDeleteHAPPY, HAPPY birthday!!! enjoy it with your customary abandon and know that what your darling ben told you is the truth - wise beyond his years, indeed!
love,
karen,TC