I dreamed of being a Mother as early as I can remember. Playing house with my dolls went on far into my childhood. Back in those days, it was okay to remain a doll playing child all the way to 10 and sometimes beyond. There was less pressure to grow up and act like an adult. So, it was actually fun to pretend to be one.
In my dreams, my baby was always a little girl. On November 20, 1985, the dream became a reality. Brynn was born at 10:30 am following an all night labor. She was 3 weeks overdue. Not too anxious to make her appearance. She could hear her older brother Ryan and was reserving her options. She had the longest fingernails (ironic) and thick shaggy black hair. If I had not witnessed the birth, I would not have believed her to be mine. My firstborn was tiny, hairless and different. The only thing they had in common was our gobsmacked love.
My dream has not disappointed me. I admire her. I respect her. She is far more beautiful than I could have imagined. She is smart and savvy. I wish her a happy birthday. I wish her dreams that come true.
1 comment:
So sweet! Happy birthday Brynn!
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