Happy Quarter-Century Spawn!
My Christmas in July: 25 on the 25th!
Mothering Spawn has been the greatest gift of my life.
On this day at 8:46p… 25 years ago, my most beloved daughter entered the world.
It’s been the best 25 years of my life.
Whenever I’m asked what makes me the happiest in the world… it’s my child.
Gonna be honest, when I found out I was pregnant with her I was terrified.
I was a flaming hot mess.
I was soooo scared that I was going to fuck this little human up.
After all, I wasn’t doing too great with my own life.
But there’s nothing like having another human to care for that kinda bitch slaps you in the face to ‘get your shit together.’
She made me a better human.
Parenting an adult is, ahem, a steep learning curve.
My Mommy Bear wants to fix everything.
But that’s no longer my role.
She is quite capable of fixing things herself.
I sometimes find myself saying this to her: I know you don’t need to hear this, but my adult mommy gene is still in beta so indulge me.
I apologize when I get it wrong.
I’ve learned the magic phrase: Do you want to be hugged, helped or heard.
Ninety percent of my job now is to just listen.
Spawn is 25 today.
Y’all know I cry when I write about my child and today is no different.
Happy birthday Beloved Spawn. May your next 25 be filled with love and joy and happiness!
I love you beyond the edges of the universe… and back.
