Never did I realize the importance of birthdays until I brought a child into this world. January 11 2010 was the day I birthed my daughter. Did you catch that? the day I birthed her.  Where is my cake and party hat? Who is pampering me as I wipe away hidden tears because my baby is 4 years old? Is there at least wine when she goes to bed at night?!

I am making a choice to celebrate birthdays for the parents…

 

 

For the dads that walked blocks and blocks with their wives (ME!) who were 42 weeks pregnant and were trying everything to encourage their babies to slide down the birth canal, for the dads that applied pressure on all the aches of labour and for the dads that learned quickly that love is meant to be expressed with kisses, cuddles and silly voices.

 

 

For the moms that carried children inside them for 10 months, for the moms that changes their eating habits for their child because of heartburn, Gestational Diabetes or to just eat clean, for the moms who sat in the dark at 2 in the morning breastfeeding a newborn every 1-2 hours while in tears because they were wondering if they are going to be a good mom.

I celebrate you! Happy Day you birthed!

 

***Feel free to share this post with all your friends and families that are celebrating the day they birthed… they will appreciate your awareness***