Mom, my sister Raylene and Miki (that’s me) 1974- Dad’s fishing in Alaska.
My first son was born in the evening; the next morning I awoke to see his little face through the clear bassinet in the hospital. I started to sob…I knew instantly the responsibility attached to that little face, that little body. I was to make him a man over the next 20 years… was I ready for this at 21? I cannot explain the fear, joy, responsibility and gratitude of that moment, which I will remember forever. I was alone with him, and it just seemed right…but there were two of me in the room…the young Michelle, with no worries, and the one with the new-found responsibility of raising a child. I was never to be the same.
My babies are now 19 and 21…where does the time go?
Happy Mother’s Day Mom; I know what you have given up for us…and I love you :)