Sunday, February 27, 2011

For the Twos...

All this two year old talk has made me think about my mom. And this picture.  This is her 2 year old birthday.  I wish I knew about her party. Did she sit in her mom's lap, overwhelmed by all of the kids playing with her toys?  Somehow I doubt it.
It's really tough building a bridge from my mom to my children.  I want her to be a part of our lives.  And yet stories of impromptu banana splits and roller skating in the house just falls short.  I only have so many memories and they seem to fade more than I want to admit.  The stories are interrupted with questions about death that I cannot answer.  There is also the inevitable subtext of mom's dying.  Perhaps I am overly zealous, but I worry that they'll worry about me dying.  And I worry about that too.
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Two Years

Two years ago, I was in labor.  Back breaking, bone crushing labor.  Dave grabbed the phone and threatened an ambulance ride.  Ready the warm towels, I thought the baby boy would be born right there on our bathroom floor.

We made it to the hospital.  Through a few red lights.  In time to have another five hours of can't access the English language labor.

She was finally born. Right after midnight on February 24.

Nora Charlotte turns 2 tomorrow.