Tuesday, September 3, 2013

A Letter to My Daughter, Adriane On Her 36th Birthday

Happy birthday to my angel baby, Adriane Rose. I never could have imagined what our lives would become 36 years ago. When I hear myself tell the story now, it sounds like a fairy tale of a far away place, long, long ago. Reality.... now I live right down the road from where you were born, on the other end of FM1626. Life always seems to bring us full circle in one way or another.

September 3, 1977. It had been a hot day on "Summer Tree Farm," off of 1626 and Twin Creeks Road in Manchaca, Texas. Manchaca seemed like it was way out in the country at the time. The midwives pull up to the wrong farm house in the middle of the night and had a shot gun pulled on them. To top it off, I lost a lot of blood and was the last person in Travis County to have the EMS come to my house AFTER the delivery and NOT take me to the hospital. I don't know why your grandma was so upset that I didn't want to go to the hospital. Ha! Okay, looking back, your dad and I were die hard hippies who thought we were perfectly capable of having our baby at home the way it had been done for hundreds of years. Silly us and Thank God your Grandma was there! She had see her own sister die in a home birth when she was a teenager. I am guessing she was experiencing PSTD during my labor.

We lived in a little 2 bedroom house at the bottom of the hill on Summer Tree Farm. Your Uncle Phillip and Aunt Deborah lived in the big house at the top of the hill. Looking back, it was a great place to live. We had a cow named Betsy, a horse named Carmen, chickens, a garden and lots of parties and music.

Before your were 2 we bought a house in Austin on Robinsdale Lane. 
You had a room full of handmade dolls and toys.
Then your little brother, Christian was born when you were 2 years and 4 months old.

I am pretty sure you were the apple of your grandpa's eye. You used to go stay with your grandma and grandpa and he would let you sit in the front seat of the 1977 Malibu Classic that he gave you when you turned 16. 

Then it seems over night you became a teen-ager and the rest is history.

Fast forward to about a month ago. I got the email I had been patiently waiting for. Seriously! The email finally came! I love this email more than you can possibly know. I always wish mothers a happy birthday on the date of their children's birth because they are actually the ones who gave birth ... and truth be known, children don't experience that magnitude of love felt by a mother until they have a child of their own. So see.... you had no idea that this email is one of the BEST birthday presents I will ever receive.

Here it is, short and sweet:

I need to start meditating. I never thought that I would, but I need to try it. I go back to the ocean sound you used to play when we lived in California. As I get older, I realize I should listen to my mom. It will help. Not that I didn't listen before but I guess I rebelled. So I have come to a point in my life where I think I need to stop... and think. You have taught me great things and I need to act on them. I love you for who you are and what you have become. 

Love Adriane

I sincerely believe every mom would love to receive this message from their daughter. Thank you so very much for the acknowledgement. Happy Birthday to both of us! Remember what your Uncle Mike said on your facebook page today:
"You were the cutest and the sweetest little girl." 
That sweet little girl is still in there Adriane. She really is. Let her out and let her shine! I named you Rose because you looked like a beautiful little rose bud the minute you were born. I love you and I love the beautiful rose that you are becoming. Give it your all and be the best you can be. Don't let anyone or anything hold you back. That is the best gift you could give to me. Live your BEST life.

Love, Mom

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