This was my mothers 19th birthday. Just six months and one day later, she would have me. It is crazy to think that on this day, at the age I am now, she was 3 months pregnant and celebrating her birthday in Southern California. It amazes me how strong she must have been. I am in college now and 500 miles away from her. I feel far from capable of raising a child at my age. Sometimes I look at my hands, and they look just like hers… just like hers did when I was little. I can’t imagine these hands buckleing a car seat and changing diapers instead of carrying books and taking notes. She gave up so much for me and I am so greatful to be where I am today, because of her. I hope one day I can be half the mother she is. I hope one day I can take care of her in the same loving way her hands took care of me when she was 19.
Sunday, October 19, 1997
This is my birthday
This was my mothers 19th birthday. Just six months and one day later, she would have me. It is crazy to think that on this day, at the age I am now, she was 3 months pregnant and celebrating her birthday in Southern California. It amazes me how strong she must have been. I am in college now and 500 miles away from her. I feel far from capable of raising a child at my age. Sometimes I look at my hands, and they look just like hers… just like hers did when I was little. I can’t imagine these hands buckleing a car seat and changing diapers instead of carrying books and taking notes. She gave up so much for me and I am so greatful to be where I am today, because of her. I hope one day I can be half the mother she is. I hope one day I can take care of her in the same loving way her hands took care of me when she was 19.