Candles spell out the traditional English birthday greeting (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
For me, today is a day of celebration for more than one reason. Thirty-five years ago today, I was eighteen years old and newly married, a whole other story that must wait for another day and time. On April 19, 1977, I became a mother to a beautiful, bouncing baby boy. On that day, I began what I have come to consider is the most challenging and difficult job in the world-motherhood At such a young age, I was ill-prepared for the job, but I’ve come to learn that motherhood, at any age, is a daunting gift that is not for the timid. I am grateful for both blessings that I received on that day – my son and the gift of motherhood. Happy birthday dear Son. I am blessed to be your Mother.