Yesterday was my son’s 8th birthday. All of his birthdays kick up some emotional dust for me. I rejoice in what an amazing human he continues to be. I grieve that he is one year closer toward individuation and needing to know himself away from us.
I remember his eventful arrival and how it birthed a mother, father, grandparents, aunt, and a brand-new nurse (she was in the room and possibly crying more than anyone).
And I remember what I wrote half his lifetime ago, after his 4th birthday, that still rings true for me today.
So I will share it with you again: Birth and Rebirth. Enjoy!
