Birthday

Today is my birthday, but really it should be my mother’s day.  On August 16, 1974, she was born as a mother just as surely as I was born as a human.  I was three weeks premature, and I’ve been in a hurry and chronically early ever since.  She was in the middle of cooking for a dinner party when she went into labor, and she’s been the life of the party and everybody’s favorite hostess ever since.

I love you, Mum.  Thank you for being my most important role model in this, the most important role of my life.

16 thoughts on “Birthday”

  1. Yes! I’ve often thought that the mother ought to be honored in some way on her child’s birthday. How lovely you did that here. Hope you have a happy birthday!

  2. Happy Birthday, Lindsey! Such a great photo of you and your mom (reading, of course!). I, too, was born three weeks early (although I was induced), and have since been in a hurry to do everything! I also think that, when you have children, their birthdays start to mean something more than your own.

  3. so poetic. so true–I often think of mother’s on their kid’s birthdays. and you in this photo–heart-smashingly adorable. xoxoxo

  4. I am all the ages I have ever been. –Madeleine L’Engle

    Happy Birthday to my fellow Leo!

    Wishing you joy in the year ahead…enjoy the journey and your many gifts.

    xo

    Carey

  5. Happy Birthday! Notable that on your own birthday the post has nothing to do with the passing of time…?!

  6. Happy Birthday Lindsey. Have a fantastic day and a fabulous year. And thank you for sharing you most precious moments with us.

    Regards,

    Rob

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