I am no longer the mother of a child.
I’m kind of glad that I have been sidelined the past four days with an ugly, ugly stomach bug because I haven’t really had time to really feel all of the emotional feels going on with the reality that my baby boy is THIRTEEN!!!
But factor in the usual emotions that roll around every year just in time for his birthday when I think about his precarious beginnings, yada, yada, yada. Yeah, I know, I talk about all of that too much, as most parents of 1lb babies who survive past their first birthday do. Daniel knows too well. He mostly appreciates it too. But today he is thirteen and he’d much rather do what he wants on his thirteenth birthday as most teenagers want to do.
Yeah, as much as he won’t admit it, he was probably glad that mom has been sick.
Every chance he got he told me that today was the best birthday because this is thirteen.
Happy birthday my beautiful, wonderful, miraculous son!