On Birthdays After Babies

Today on B-Metro:

A handmade card. 

Lunch at a local “meat and three”. 

A video game ban for all.

One large hot and sour soup, spring rolls and an order of crab rangoons.

These are the things that defined my birthday. Twenty-six years ago, I transformed my own mother into the selfless woman most mothers are. The birthdays I remember from my youth and the feelings attached to those celebrations are now the same feelings I share for my children’s birthdays. But my own? They’ve taken on new meaning.

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