Birthday Girl

My lovely, gifted, competent daughter is 30 today, and I will NEVER EVER forget the warm softness of her baby cheek as her father brought her face close enough to touch. I marveled at her exquisite features and the miracle that she was. I cried when she cried, and the doctor mistakenly interpreted my tears to be those of sadness over her gender. Not so, I quickly replied. “I’m crying because she’s a baby…and so beautiful.”  I still feel that way. She’s still a miracle, one that captured her parents’ hearts on a Tuesday morning in Myrtle Beach 30 years ago.

Here’s a poem I found in a book of poetry by Carol Lynn Pearson, Women I have Known & Been, that eloquently says it all.

 For Children Grown and Gone

My garden could not contain
The beauty of you.

I watched you blossom
Then burst into blessings,
Seeds winging in the wind
Beyond my field.

Only God can measure the yield
Or knows
All the places where
Your beauty grows.

 

Author: jayne bowers

*married with children, stepchildren, grandchildren, in-laws, ex-laws, and a host of other family members and fabulous friends *semi-retired psychology instructor at two community colleges *writer

4 thoughts on “Birthday Girl”

  1. I have a book of CLP’s poems with that one in it. That book always gets me choked up when I read it. It’s called, “day old child” and is the perfect gift for a mother… I’ve loved mine ever since my own mother gave it to me.

    Sorry, that sounded like an advertisment. LOL. Anyway, I love CLP’s poems and especially the poems in that little book.

    I think I know the poem you're talking about; it's also in a book called Beginnings. It' so beautiful and moving, perfect for a new mother.

  2. I still remember sitting up front wedged in between you and Daddy, so I could stare down at my new baby sister. I also still remember the green blanket she was wrapped in and how in awe I was and excited at the same time. I hope Lib has a great birthday weekend; she deserves it! 🙂

    I remember that too, Carumba. We were in the blue Cutlass Supreme that I liked so much. Seems like we had to stop at Eckerd's so that your dad could go in and get some Debrox drops for Lib's tiny ears. It's so sad to think that that entire shopping center (Myrtle Square) has been completely demolished.

  3. ah sheezch, you are such a sopy old thing….birthadays hope they have a happy day and do not break your leg

    Putz, I know there's a warm heart beneath that crusty exterior.

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