My father had a great sense of humor. But I never thought it was funny when he couldn’t remember the date of my birthday. He would ask me, “What day is your birthday again?” when I told him, he would say “Damn, I’m getting old.”
We women though, we remember our children’s birthdates like our life depends on it. Because we don’t just birth a child, we birth a new identity. We birth ourselves as mothers.
Today my child turned 32 years old. She is a smart, kind and brave young woman. She is a woman that I am honored to know and honored to call my daughter.
Happy birthday, Justyne. Damn….I’m getting old.