This Sunday I will turn 24 years-old. My mom won't remember on her own, but I will call her and tell her the story she told me about my birth when I was a little girl. I will remind her how long it took my dad to get ready to take her to the hospital after her water broke. How I was delivered at 4:55 am at just over 8 lbs and 21 inches.
I can't help but thinking that I am now only nine years younger than she was when I was born. My parents were both older when they met and married (mom was 32 and dad 41). I keep thinking if I can just get a few years head start of when she and my dad did, then my kids will be older if I inherit this terrible disease. I could have nine extra years with my kids. That could be time to see all of them get graduate, marry, and have children.
I know what you are thinking, "Mare, do you just sit around and think of the saddest crap possible?" No, but I am sorry I can be a Debbie Downer. I don't know why this birthday has made me so emotional. I can barely talk about it without getting upset. My mom always made birthdays special and it reminds me how much I miss my old mom.
*One of my fave pics: my cousins Caroline and Susan on either side of me and a little friend in front of us. We were all at a dress up birthday party in LR.
Mare,
ReplyDeleteI want you to know how much I'm praying for you during this hard time. I'm so thankful for your friendship and don't know what I'd do without you! I love you so much!
Lauren
I am praying for you dear friend! What a great mom to create such good memories. I love you!
ReplyDeleteI am praying for you.
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