I came into the world.
"Posterior" is the medical term for my birth position.
"Painful" is the layman's term for my birth position.
My birth would prove to be a foreshadowing for everything my parents had to endure raising me.
I remember during one particularly painful time period, my Mom talking to me late one night:
"If I could just show you your life five years from now, you would see! You would see how quickly that this too shall pass. I wish I could show you...things will get better!"
The desperate cry of a mother, willing her broken child to find hope.
I am glad the crystal ball was broken then.
We laughed later, because almost exactly five years from that point, I was trapped at home with a three year old, an 18 month old, and newborn twins.
I may have committed suicide with a plastic butter knife seeing that scene.
Fast forward a few years...
The kids are less needy.
I sleep through the night.
I have "me" time now.
I really appreciate things, I may even be more mature.
I live a very blessed life.
Granted, everything droops.
I am deep in pre-menopause.
And almost needing reading glasses, or else they have just started printing things smaller...
But life is good.
My Mom was on the right track.
Things got better.
Things keep getting better.
37 is not a bad place to be.
Glad we both hung in there.