birthday (game)boy
today jake is 11 years old. it's been 11 years since he was born. this time seems impossibly long and impossibly short. i am so proud of him. he is the best thing i'll ever do. it makes me feel happy just to see him, to hear him talk, to hear him sing, to watch him move. i feel so... lucky. lucky to have him in my life. to be able to touch him. to have his love. to be his mum.
i don't know where i would have gone or what i would have done if things had happened differently 11 years ago. i know that i had plans that i didn't follow. i had theories. i had a self-image that was shallow and unformed. i wish that i could do some things over again; i wish that i could help then-me. i feel sad when i remember me 11 years ago, holding my baby.
you know what, though? i don't care about it anymore. today is a good day. tomorrow will probably be pretty great too. i feel happy today, holding jake. and i am really just plain happy.
i owe my happiness to some pretty amazing people; god knows we couldn't have made it without help. i hope that you know who you are, and i hope that you think that you are as amazing as i think you are. thank you. you have made today possible. the people who have cooked meals, played with us, loaned us money, babysat, received late-night panicky calls, brought us childhood necessities like clothes + toys + candy, made us laugh, drove us around, gave advice +hugs + pinatas: we love you. i love you. you are gold.
we bought him a game boy. it looks like this:
he is incredibly pleased. wanting something, waiting for something, getting what you wanted and waited for... what a wonderful thing to be able to give him a gift that he truly appreciates and treasures!
i don't know where i would have gone or what i would have done if things had happened differently 11 years ago. i know that i had plans that i didn't follow. i had theories. i had a self-image that was shallow and unformed. i wish that i could do some things over again; i wish that i could help then-me. i feel sad when i remember me 11 years ago, holding my baby.
you know what, though? i don't care about it anymore. today is a good day. tomorrow will probably be pretty great too. i feel happy today, holding jake. and i am really just plain happy.
i owe my happiness to some pretty amazing people; god knows we couldn't have made it without help. i hope that you know who you are, and i hope that you think that you are as amazing as i think you are. thank you. you have made today possible. the people who have cooked meals, played with us, loaned us money, babysat, received late-night panicky calls, brought us childhood necessities like clothes + toys + candy, made us laugh, drove us around, gave advice +hugs + pinatas: we love you. i love you. you are gold.
we bought him a game boy. it looks like this:
he is incredibly pleased. wanting something, waiting for something, getting what you wanted and waited for... what a wonderful thing to be able to give him a gift that he truly appreciates and treasures!
posted by mo | 3:04 p.m.
4 Comments:
I remember getting the call. Moira had the baby. My god.
Yeah things have changed.
What an awesome post. Happy Birthday, Jake & Mo!
xoox
woo, i remember the call, too! it seemed impossible -- wasn't she due next month?? and going to see jake in his little oven in the hospital. he looked like the smalles, cutest, most vulnerable little old man.
we were allowed to reach in the incubator, after scrubbing our hands with brown/orange disinfectant, and touch his tender skin to encourage him, and get to know him. when the little doors were snapped back shut, his whole little body would jump.
welcome to the world, jake!
we're all glad you're here!
(and good work, mo!)
thanks, gals. some days it's good just to be alive.
xomo
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