|November 30th. Moms birthday. And the day I started breathing.
||[Nov. 30th, 2016|12:33 pm]
November 30th. My moms birthday.|
And the day I started breathing.
In my baby book, you documented my birth and the years following it. 34 years ago today, I had only been born a few days earlier. I spent those days on a respirator. And on the 29th, you wrote that you got to see me up close for the first time. Then the next day, this day 34 years ago, you wrote "You went off the respirator + started breathing on your own today. My Birthday". You also wrote about this in the "notes" section in the back of the book, saying "Due on 1-15-83, arrived 11-24-82 almost 7 weeks early. Breathing completely on your own 11-30-82 (my Birthday)". So on your birthday, I started breathing on my own. It was my first birthday gift to you I guess, from unaware little baby me.
It's weird to think that I only knew you for 22 years. It seems like such a short time to know someone for. But in that time, I learned so much from you. Not just 'school' type learning, but also how to treat people. I learned caring, kindness and love.
I'd sometimes go with you to your nursing house calls. You took care of sick children and, in the last few years, children in hospice who didn't have long to live. I'd go with you and do things like help hook up the kids gaming systems that they really wanted to play but couldn't figure out. I could of been doing other things. I could have said no and sat home playing my own games or watching TV. Or I could have thought it was a waste of time, hooking up systems for kids who may not have much time left to play them anyway. But I didn't. It just felt like the right thing to do to help, no matter how long the happiness for that person lasted for.
It didn't matter if the happiness I gave someone lasted years or just a day. Even the littlest thing could make someone's day better, and that's what mattered. Being able to do something, helping to make their life or even just their day a bit better and happier just felt like the right thing to do. And I felt that way because I learned from you. I watched you.
Many photos were taken throughout the years and many memories made. And all throughout that time, I was learning from you. 22 years with you shaped me into who I am today. And I'm grateful for that.
Happy November 30th. Your Birthday.
The day I started breathing..