This weekend is Adam’s birthday. The hubs will be turning 30++++. Have I mentioned lately how much I love this man? Well, if I haven’t, it’s a lot. So of course, I would love his birthday. I think a guy that’s as good as him deserves a day. A day that’s for celebrating him.
But you know what? His birthday is more than that.
I’ve now been with him for more than a decade of birthdays. And after we had Barrett I realized… his birthday was more than just a day to celebrate him. His birthday, is also his mother’s birth day.
I’ve mentioned it before, but I don’t know that I’d ever really given credit to that before becoming a mother. Just how important the actual birth day is. The annual celebrations of life that are birthdays always seemed like grand occasions, but I don’t think I fully valued just how much of a gift a birth day is. I didn’t really ever pair the miracle of the start of life with the opening of presents, eating cake, and blowing out the candles that comes each year after, if we’re lucky. I didn’t ever really consider how my mother felt on my birth day. Or what his day meant to his mother. And how she must feel, every year, on September 28th, as she recalls the first day she laid eyes on him.
Mother-in-laws can get a bad rap. Less than father-in-laws, I think. Father-in-law, not a polarizing term. But mother-in-law? That carries quite the stigma I think. And the relationship between a daughter-in-law and a mother-in-law can sometimes be an interesting one. Even the word, mother-in-law just sounds so cold, doesn’t it? And emotionless, in a sense. And I am hypersensitive to that fact now. Having three children, there is a chance that someday, I may get to be a mother-in-law. Which makes me very thankful for mine. And I am so thankful to my mother-in-law for giving my husband his birth day. And for letting me share them with him. Because I do think there can exist, a very special bond between a mother and her sons. And even moreso when this son is the very youngest of the bunch.
She and my father-in-law didn’t know who I was when she they were raising their children but I love them for raising this fascinating man to be just right for me. Without even knowing it.
What a wonderful gift it is for our children to have such insanely wonderful grandparents. Who love them effortlessly and completely.
So to my hubs, a very happy birthday weekend to you. And to my mother-in-law… For the first time in forever, I want to wish you a happy happy anniversary of a birth day. I only hope that we can help our little loves to be the type of people that our parents were able to send out into the world. Ones who still love their mamas. And are great human beings. And who are so thankful, for birthdays.