Today is the 32nd birthday of by first born son. I can’t believe how fast time has gone. I distinctly remember being in the delivery room having him and how unbelievable it was to see and hold this precious creation that I made and carried inside of me for almost 10 months (he was 2 weeks late). He was perfect and beautiful.
My pregnancy was uneventful. Although I had nothing to compare it to, I had the easiest time being pregnant. I ate well, I continued to do things and lived a normal life. I remember it being late summer and my mom and I had gone up to Sebastopol (we lived in the Bay Area at that time) to pick some pears. We do a lot of canning so we were always getting fruit. Anyway, here I was 7-8 months pregnant and picking pears off the trees. A gentleman who was also doing the same thing thought that I should not be out there. He thought that I should not be exerting such physicalness in my state. My mom looked at him and said “she’s pregnant, not an invalid”.
5 years
It’s strange to me how we as a society have come to believe that what comes naturally to us, and has for many, many years, should be shunned and isolated as if it is the most dangerous act to take place. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, we were created to give birth and it should not be hidden away. Barring some medical condition, one should not be prevented from engaging in physical activity. It keeps the body flexible and makes delivery much easier and recovery much faster. It is nice to see that today’s pregnant women seem to be a lot more active than those of my day.
Being the oldest of three boys wasn’t always easy. Bryan had to be the big brother ALL THE TIME. He was a sweet boy who loved his brothers very much – which sometimes meant that they took the brunt of his rambunctiousness – hey, but what are brothers for, right? He loved the outdoors, and still does, and will do anything for you.
Happy Birthday sweet son #1. You’ve grown into a beautiful person and I will love you always.
