One of my Best Days

Sometimes being a good mom involves something that seems trivial but is super important to your child. Take, for instance, the phone call I recently received from one of my offspring. It was a call that sounded urgent, but after conversing for a few moments turned into the question...

Mom, exactly what time of day was I born on my birthday?

I spewed out the wrong time like lightning, as if I had memorized it yesterday.  But more and more these days my memory serves me incorrectly, and just to be certain, I double checked my statement as our conversation progressed. Fortunately, I knew exactly where to look for the answer. When I got to the place where I had the information carefully tucked it away, I learned, once again, that my memory had failed me.

No worries. This was my child, one of the greatest loves of my life, and forgiveness came from within the knowledge that I had now verified the the actual time of birth correctly. 

"You were born at 2:10 PM," I stated with authority. It's interesting that I had thought it was actually early in the morning, but now as I think back, I remember that I was in labor for a very long time. I can recall going through three nurses shifts during what was my first delivery experience. After discovering the correct time, I can remember the experience a little better. It was, after all, one of the best days of my life.