So today is my birthday.. and I have a quarrel with this "birthday celebration"- i'm sure to no ones surprise.
*Being I did absolutely nothing worth celebrating to become born.
My mom and dad really wanted me... at least mom did. Daddy just sort of happened to stick around haha. And mom went painstakingly through 9 months of avoiding anything remotely potentially harmful to me. She quit smoking, did not eat chocolate, drink coffee or anything having any amount of caffeine, i'm not sure if she took medicine, but I know she avoided most of it. Even when she had heartburn, she sucked it up with saltines.
Not to mention 24 hours of labour! Only to need a cesarian section! And one of my top 5 favorite photos of her ever is her right after she gave birth to me... She has always been so gorgeous! Even after sleep deprivation and intense pain.
So why do we celebrate me?
I know I know, you're thinking we celebrate birthdays because we are happy to know them and we love and care and laugh with and enjoy these persons company.
I don't guess I mind being celebrated as long as the due respect and honor goes to our mothers.
You know if pregnancy is that hard, and labour that painful (be a curse as it may), you better live your life like it was WORTH IT. That is worth celebrating!
BTW... I guess it shouldn't or can't go unsaid that it's all about Jesus. Everything. Even dumb little things glorify Him or don't... He loves you enough to give you breath, but there is only life and life to the full in Him.
Thanks for reading my thoughts! Comment with your own skepticism and opinions!
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