March 22, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and
illustrate a blog on each day's gift.)
“Do you want to
have a child together?” I questioned David more than 35 years ago and when he
said yes, that sealed our new relationship. He promised me that the baby would
be a girl and then suggested that we really should get married. This came to
pass six weeks before our baby was born because we had to wait for both of our
divorces to finalize.
On March 22, 1980, I
gave birth to our daughter Lauren as I took photos, determined that I had only
one shot at photographing the most important event in my life. Over the
following years, I watched through the lens as our daughter grew but enjoyed more
our daily interaction when I put down the camera. I saw a smart little girl who
entered school a year early and at 3 ½ was taking piano lessons and playing in
piano recitals. Early in her life, it was obvious that she had a mind of her
own. She refused to eat sandwiches and insisted on cold pizza slices in her
school lunch box every day. During play, it was a special gift every day to
watch her imagination as she built tent cities in the living room and talked
with her dozens of stuffed animals.
Since I had decided
to use my maiden name in my second marriage, David and I agreed on a hyphenated
last name for this child who was a part of both of us. Of course, she would be
a feminist like her mother.This thought was
part of my naiveté. I was a shy, introverted little girl hiding behind my
mother’s dress, but Lauren was quite social, wanting daily to bring home
friends from elementary school. When she came home from her first day at middle
school, she ran into the house shouting, “I made 11 new friends today!” Although
a child comes into this world through parental biology and lives among environmental
influences, these things are not the sum total of a child. She will become who
she is, regardless of these other elements. Lauren helped teach me this over
the years and I have come to admire who she has become. Two years ago when she
told me that she was diagnosed with breast cancer, I cried, saying to David,
“It should have been me.” However, I doubt I could have been as strong and
resilient as my daughter has been.
It is not the
parents' job to try to shape the child in their own image. It is their job to help a child grow into a
happy, well-adjusted individual and to love her unconditionally as she evolves as
a unique human being. Over the years, our youngest daughter has taught me much
and she has become someone I am proud to have brought into this world. Every
March 22, I receive a gift—a reminder of a most important birthday.
“Your children are not your children.They come through you but not from you,And though they are with you,yet they belong not to you…You are the bows from which yourchildren as living arrows are sent forth.”~ Khalil Gibran
My gift today is our youngest daughter’s birthday.
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> Day 104 Saffron Stigma
You can read my other posts on this project here:
http://bjschupp.blogspot.com/2014/12/365-gifts.html
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