Today is my daughter’s 22nd birthday.
She is my one-and-only child, so this is a red letter day in my personal calendar.
E. is living in Costa Rica this year, so I sorely miss being able to celebrate with her. To console myself, I visited with my friend A. and her little girls, age 3 and 1 this afternoon. There were songs from Sesame Street and songs sun by Raffi on the CD player. I remembered the words! (A miracle given the state of my memory). And I remember the delight of those bright eyes.
I cannot quite believe it’s been so long since I sang those songs, since I played those games, since I lived that life: the sensations are still so available to me, so present.
The intervening years have been filled with the most important lessons of my life. It is my birthday as a parent — a role that contines to teach and to shape me more profoundly than any other.
So Happy Birthday to E. and to her dad, J. and to me.
And many more …