I very much enjoy seeing the memories that come up in my social media. I get them from Facebook and also from Google now that all my photos are stored there. Today Facebook gave me a very nice little memory.
I remember the day vividly. Joe and I went for the ultrasound and when we got back into the car after the appointment we each pulled out our phones to call our mothers so that we could tell them at the same time.
I believe my mother whooped.
In the car on the way home from her day camp today I told the kid that this memory had come up, and what I remembered about that day. She told me she was glad that the baby in my belly (I swear, we’ve gone over the specifics) was her. Because who would we be without her as our child and who would she be if she was somewhere else being somebody else.
I remember that day because I was so scared to have a daughter, remembering vividly how hard it is to be a girl. I didn’t know that I was a strong enough woman to parent a girl. And now I cannot imagine what my life would be without her and everything she has brought me.
Just to realize that that day, seven years ago, I had no idea what was coming for us and I was terrified of it all going wrong. And here we are, and it couldn’t be better.*