Fifteen Years

Sep 14, 2011

Posted in: Blog

Fifteen years ago today I was celebrating the birth of my baby girl. I could go through all the cliches of how fast time goes, but I think we all get that. I have been thinking all day, however, about that time and how scared I was. She was not my first. I had had a boy five years before that (he’s 20 now – talk about time flying). I always wanted two kids, but it took me quite some time to work up my nerve to have the second. My boy was what most people would consider the perfect baby. He smiled from almost the day he was born. The only time he cried was when he was sick. I knew how lucky I was. Plenty of my friends had babies who were colicky, who cried constantly, who would only sleep in the car, who would never want to be set down… ever. I didn’t know what made mine so different, but I was extremely grateful. The problem was I had heard stories. If your first baby is good, the second will be the complete opposite. I didn’t know if I could deal with that. I was terrified of having a second child that I could never put down. It took me five years to finally be ready to do it one more time. I knew what it meant, but I also knew it would be worth it.

Well, I don’t know how it happened, but I ended up with two of the best kids I could ever ask for. She was just like her brother. Happy nearly all the time. Of course, I could be saying all this because the passage of time has made me forget the hard part of the early years, but I don’t think so. I am thankful everyday for both of them and can’t imagine my life without them. I know I should post a photo of my kids, but to show respect for my girl on her birthday I won’t. Instead you get this photo of the field near my house.