Birthdays are great. As a Mother, I am reminded more acutely of birthdays being a milestone for moms as well as kids – whatever age they may be.
I have found being a mom to be a tremendous pleasure. Watching my son grow, from a little wrinkled being – birthed from my body – into a walking and talking being, is the intimate privilege of motherhood.
Having waited on motherhood until my late thirties, in pursuit of a nomadic career in international development, I represent a growing segment of mothers. Not all will choose a career quite as exotic and dangerous as the route I have chosen, but the trends are clear that more women will continue to choose to either not have children, or to have them later in life.
I happen to have lucked out, with the most super of babies. Clark is a natural-born traveler and curiously open to all around him. He remains a continual source of love and kindness.
When I look back over the last two years, which is indeed a lifetime for my son Clark, I am reminded of the ever-changing nature of life and how much can, and does, change. I can only imagine how his life will continue to unfold. I’m delighted to be his mother.
I’m also reminded of the pressures we put on ourselves as moms. Birthdays are meant to be special, and it is most often our duty as moms to make it happen (seemingly without effort). Like all things in motherhood, I remind myself of what really matters to Clark, and what will bring him joy.
Last year I pulled together family and friends for a small barbecue at Dawson Park. I was at that new and awkward stage of divorce, where family lines and norms were still being drawn (they still continue to be sketched over time). At age two, Clark enjoys the simple pleasures of life (though some toys and ice cream is much loved too!) He is a lucky little guy to have so much love in his life.
I’d love to hear from other moms about how you take note of your children’s Birthdays.
Happy Birthday, Clark!