July 1, 2000
You were with me when I ate and when I slept, when I went to work and when I stayed home.
You were with me when I was sad and when I was happy, when I had morning sickness and orange juice cravings in the middle of the night.
You were growing inside of me, attached to me for 9 months to be exact. I was happy because I never felt alone. You sustained me just as I sustained you.
Then the time came, you wanted to see the world. The light of the day was too tempting so you contemplated leaving my dark, comfortable womb. You felt unsure however so you waited and wanted me to guide.
I obliged and pushed and pushed and pushed again. But no matter how hard I tried, you were unwilling or perhaps a little scared to leave your home. You became distressed, not knowing the way out. Confused by my pushing, you sought to stay behind.
So it was decided, for your safety’s sake, to cut me open and fetch you instead. Even then you hid, you preferred the dark. But when the weight of hands twice your size pushed you down so hard, you had no choice but to poke out your head. Your body then followed with joy, announcing to the world that you were a boy.
Many years have passed from that faithful day, 19 years to be exact come first Monday in July. You have spread your wings and taken flight, far away from home seeking adventures to delight but you are never far in spirit from your roots.
Wherever your journey takes you in this world, always know you will forever and always be a part of me. Do not despair if your journey brings you full circle where you started from because if you don’t know it already but I suspect you do, your home is your inception, birth and beginning!
