Today is the day I officially became a mother, 14 years ago. I like to think of each of my childrens' birthdays as a sort of birthday for me, too: I became a new mother every time. With each new baby, I had to learn what works best for that child, and although past experience helps a lot, it is still a new mothering experience. I had to reshape myself with each baby, becoming first a mother to one, then two, then three, and, finally, four. It's been an amazing process. Difficult? Yes, but it's the most rewarding thing I've ever done.
So Happy Birthday, Atticus! I'm glad you're mine. And I'm glad you no longer look like Spaceman Spiff, though you sure were a cute little dude.
