My firstborn turns 22 today. I was only a few months older than she when I endured 24 hours (cue: mom guilt) of labor bringing her into this world. I did everything in my power to have her before midnight, as I could not imagine the teasing she would endure had she been born on April 1st. Thankfully, she arrived just after 10 p.m that night.
I know it is a cliché, but it is true – the moment our eyes locked – I was forever changed. She would go on to teach me patience. She helped me grow up and become selfless. She taught me a love I never knew existed.
The years passed and my little “Monchichi”, as we called her turned into a little princess. A girly girl with large doe-like eyes the color of chocolate and just as inviting. Her long wavy hair was fun for me to play with and I spent hours dressing and painting her fingers and toes. She was my own living doll. She was an amiable, yet a spunky child.
As Hanah grew up, and our family dynamic changed, she remained the epitome of a gracious, young lady. Being a caretaker to her siblings came naturally to her and it was evident she was wise beyond her years. The older she got the more I found myself asking her view on things. She had no problem sharing with me the way she saw our world and again, Hanah was my teacher.
At 22, she not only works two jobs but has two degrees. She continues to grow and learn and also teach others. If you’ve had the chance to meet her, you know the moment she smiles, you catch a glimpse of her golden heart.
Some say she is my mini-me, but I could never reduce her to such. She is my heroine. She is strong and smart and beautiful and every kind of amazing.
And I am lucky enough to be able to love her to the moon and back!
Happy Birthday, Sissy!!!