Yay for my sproglette being the one who exploded from my vagina 18 yrs ago today. HURRAY!!
Sure – she infuriates me on a consistent basis...belittles me...mocks me...scares the ever-loving shit out of me...judges me...swears at me...communicates poorly...laughs at me...never asks to make me a cup of tea...or a meal...leaves a trail of mess everywhere...but I wouldn’t trade her for anything.
Today young A. gets to VOTE....and PAY TAXES! What a perk....vote and pay taxes but can’t legally drink...or buy scratch n win tickets.
Like everything else in life it seems these moments of monumental memory remain just those...memories with no real fireworks aside from the brain explosions I self-induce in my own head. I walk around on days like today in awe that on the day of the birth of my fabulous little human girl child there are still homeless ppl asleep on the sidewalks downtown...and people still wandering around looking unhappy...ON SUCH A DAY AS THIS!
My lovely little arm licker!
What the hell is wrong with people? Don’t they know how this person transformed me and the people around her in ways we cannot even articulate? Don’t they realize the impact of her existence on the universe...? Hmmmf...I will keep it all to myself...revelling in her annoying teenage rage, lack of life experience and her crippling beautiful glow...oh yes I am a fucking poet today aren’t I? How can I help it? When a person’s vagina is obliterated by a force as strong as this - one can’t help but feel poetic and muse about the fantastical little human that has imprinted on me...actually I imprinted on her....I think she is far less attached to me than I am to her...she has always been a secure little free-spirit. She had moments of clinginess which I always enjoyed...and still do occasionally but she really is and always has been her own little force of nature. She will do well in life...