Labor

9 years ago today, I gave birth to you, mi hijo.

For three days, with your father by my side, I labored to bring you into this world (via C-Section) and we have in a sense labored ever since.

Your Abo, my father, always told me parenting would be the toughest job I would ever love. He could not have been more right.

Your father, my amor, and I labor in the typical ways, to clothe and feed you. But we also labor to ensure that you know your totality, that you defy the status quo and that you be an open-minded, empathic change agent.

As we labor, we witness your growth and it is wondrous. Because of our labor, you speak two languages. Because of our labor, you know we cannot assume what a person’s story is based on appearance alone. Because of our labor, you know who you are.

You, mi hijo, connect me to the past, to the present and to the future. It is because of you that I know magic and immortality exist.

Feliz Noveno Cumpleaños, mi maravilla. ¡Loor al 1 de diciembre de 2.010!