So this past Monday was my birthday. Yay for 27 years on earth! All day I received various messages of well happy birthdayness (i know it’s not a real word) Anyway I started thinking what did I do to receive all these lovely greetings. Um nothing I just entered the world when my mom told me to lol. I didn’t do any of the work. But do you know who did. My beautiful mother. She is the one whom carried me for nine months. She’s the one who protected, sheltered, and fed me for those months. She’s the one who endured the beauty (yet painful at times) of all of my wiggles and kicks. She was the one who had to change her wardrobe in order to accommodate “my home,” and the fact she could no longer fit in a church pew. Than ultimately had major surgery to bring me into the world. What did I do during all of that…? Absolutely nothing lol so why are people wishing me the happy birthday and not my mom.
