March 3

Thirty-seven years ago, my mother labored in the early morning hours with her first childbirth. Her husband had taken off and her marriage was crumbling. I can only imagine how frightening it must have been to arrive home from the hospital with a brand new baby, knowing that you were it. You were the sole provider and responsible one for this tiny life.

Every day, but especially today, I'm grateful that she is my mother. Happy Birthing Day, Mom!