“Becoming a mother is life altering.” I hear that. I read that. I laugh at that.
Obviously, we are not talking breaking news here. Yes, becoming a mother alters you life. Forever.
“Alter” is nice, polite. A pleasant word for change; a slight, sweet modification, perhaps. The perfect dress that just needs to be slightly altered, a hem. Pin, tuck, sew. There…perfect. Altered.
In regards to pregnancy, childbirth and motherhood, “alter” is more of a tsunami in the Bermuda Triangle of physical body change, emotional mental upheaval and a soulful evolution that grounds your life’s existence on this planet.
Alter? That is precious, but it doesn’t even come close.
25 years ago today, my life was not altered. My life was shattered. Shattered into a million, brilliant beautiful pieces of light, that have since rained down over me, reflecting all that is good and true and funny and beautiful in this world.
A million, brilliant laughs with a million, brilliant happy tears.
A constant brilliant shower of an authenticity, a shining light that I had never known, yet recognized immediately.
Strong, intelligent, beautiful, courageous, assured, nurturing, wise, creative and the funniest goddamned person I know.
Whatever she does, wherever she goes, she and I will always carry that moment inside us. When the million brilliant pieces of light shattered, rained down from the heavens, blew gracefully through the early morning warm summer Texas breeze and whispered, “mom”.
Happy Birthday, Jordan Adeline.
July 8, 2015