I had no idea what was ahead when I headed out of the hospital with my bundle that fall morning. I had sort-of-prepared by embroidering a wall hanging and purchasing some diapers. I had a car seat, and a couple of books. If they even gave some instructions-advice on discharge, I was too excited-nervous-scared-worried to remember. I suspect they were just eager to have the space available for the crowd that followed the blizzard that previous winter.
Somehow, we survived. She figured out how to get food and tell us when she needed changing and life settled into a new normal as she became part of every journey and adventure that followed. She told us what she needed and guided us through bikes, schools, and adventures we could never have imagined when that striped bundle joined our family. There were journeys into worlds I did not know existed like field hockey and crew and many times we clashed and clanged on the way to adulthood where I now have the privilege of watching, from afar, a confident, competent, and courageous mom and engineer guide her own ship through the choppy waters of life. She'll have hardly a moment to reflect on her life, like all moms in the thick of living. Thus, I will take a moment to be grateful we survived those first days, even though our nursery was bare-boned and her onsie was white. I will be thankful we survived the many firsts that followed and grateful for the miracle of her and another trip around the sun.
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