My daughter, Karen, is turning 40 today! I hope she has a great day. Forty is nothing to fear. In fact, I felt smarter and more powerful after I reached forty. It was as though I officially became a grownup.
Karen has become a wonderful grownup. She is a mother and teacher. She has a good job. She has a network of supportive friends. She plays sports. She loves to garden. She gives back to her community. She keeps in touch with her mother. What more could I ask?
I hope she spends the day in celebration. I will spend the day with fond memories. Karen was supposed to be a Thanksgiving baby, but the holiday came and went without her. For nearly two more weeks I waddled to the post office each day and listened as friends and neighbors chuckled and commented, “You haven’t had that baby yet?” No, I most certainly had not. Then finally, on Sunday, December 8, my husband and I made the frantic drive to Sherman, Texas where hours later Karen Ann, weighing in at 9lbs. 12 oz., was born by cesarean section. It was a momentous day, for me and for the hospital. I had “the big baby” everyone wanted to see, and my hospital roommate had twins! And there was more cause for celebration- our college president’s wife also gave birth that day. So I guess Karen waited for good reason. She wanted to be part of a special day!