It is always a parents responsibility to make sure that their children are honored on their birthday. Without children there would be no parents, no exsistence of humankind, no joy, no happiness, no traditions to be handed down. We wouldn’t be here at all if we didn’t have children.
I am extremely grateful and blessed to have two of the most awesome children. After falling and hitting a concrete floor on my back, as an adult, and later falling down a flight of stairs, I was told by doctors and chiropractors I would never be able to conceive a child. I was devastated. I had always seen myself with two children. A Boy and a Girl. After my marriage, time went on and as I approached my mid to late 30’s I accepted and resolved the fact I would never be a mother. One night, after dinner, I layed down on the couch to watch t.v. My husband, went to the computer to do whatever, but as I laid on the couch I suddenly felt different. It wasn’t really something you could explain in words. As the days passed I knew what that feeling was and the doctors were wrong. After 14 hours of hard labor I delivered a bald headed 10 lb 4 oz, 22 1/2 inches long, baby boy, by c-section with an indentation of my pelvic bone on his forehead, that he has to this day. Because I had surgery with my delivery I was put on birth control pills when I was done nursing my ever so hungry infant and told, at my age, I didn’t need to be pregnant again for at least 24 months. hmmmmm! On the pill I ended up pregnant 9 months later. There was that second child I saw. My daughter.
I am honoring her birthday today because she is special. She carries the same indentation from my pelvic bone on her forehead that her brother does, which is why I will always know they have been marked as my kids, but something happened with her in my delivery. When the doctor took her out of my stomach on delivery, she wouldn’t breath. The delivery nurse stabbed her 78 times in the bottom of her foot with a pin to make her cry so she would breath. I laid on a bed with my stomach wide open, in anticipation of whether my baby was going decide to live or leave. She decided to stay in all of her 6 lbs 14 oz and 18 inches.
When they brought her to my room later, she had massive long silver white curly hair and violet eyes. Every doctor and nurse in the entire hospital came to my room to see her. I really thought it was unusal, as this did not happen with my son. It was one nurse, who came in and told me she had heard of this miracle baby born and she just had to see her and hold her. I asked why she thought my daughter was a miracle baby. She turned and looked at me and told me she was an Indigo child. It would take me all day to explain what she meant, but you can look it up on the internet about Indigo children, that before this day, I had never heard of or perceived.
Today that baby is turning 12. She is unto herself. She is the most outgoing, funny, generous, and sensative kid you could possibly imagine. She still has deep blue/violet eyes and white hair and isn’t afraid of anything or anyone. She was diagnosed, by the school district psychologist, with being ADHD and they wanted me to put her medication because the teachers didn’t know how to handle her. I refused. Not because I don’t think she doesn’t need it, but because she came here, in this life to learn her own lessons about life and medicating her isn’t her answer.
She is 12 years old today and in her 12 years, she constructed sentences before her time because her brother was always to shy to talk to people. When someone asked him a question he always looked at her to answer it. She was always his spokes person when they were little. They are complete opposites, even on the astological scale. He is shy, retried and very retentive. She is outgoing, unafraid, blundering and a complete mess maker, with no less than 10 loads of laundry a week. You can’t help but love her, as she would do anything she could for you, if she doesn’t drive you crazy first.
So HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLAISE! I am so happy to have you as my daughter and I LOVE YOU! And whether you realize it now, I have spent 12 years defending your right to be you, but could you tell one thing, what has happened to all the spoons we once had?