Happy 19th To My Firstborn

My Madison is turning 19. That's a one and a nine. Ask me how this happened...I cannot tell you. When I look at her, my mind floods with memories, one after another, like in a movie montage. Madison as a newborn, and the total happiness I felt rocking her in her blue and pink nursery. The feeling that she belonged to me, and her grown up self was far off and unimaginable. Madison as a toddler, starting to go off on her own already. Madison as a preschooler...independent and assertive. Madison in elementary school...finding her own interests and talents...painting and singing and yes...doing hair! Madison in high school...turning into a lovely, beautiful, hard working and kind young lady. Madison as an adult. My baby. All grown up. Independent, but still needing me. Learning from me, but teaching me everyday. When she was born, on that snowy November evening nineteen years ago, a friend gave me a present. It said that there are two great gifts a parent can hope to give a child...one of them is roots. The other...wings. I've enjoyed every blessed moment of sharing the first gift with my Madison. Now...I must give her wings. And encourage her to fly...But also remind her that I will always be here waiting for her, whenever she needs to fly back home. Happy Birthday my Madison Marie...the first one to call me Mom.

Happy Birthday , Madison Marie!