Endings are about rebirths.
That's how my new life began.
It was as if the me, I knew as me
was suddenly old, died then resuscitated
as a baby. Not like you,
so tiny and helpless
yet so whole, a little star beaming
with what could be.
I was reborn to discover all
that I didn't know.
There was so much.
How to feed you, nurture, protect,
teach, forbid, expose, guide, love you.
My new life was all about learning.
How learning can hurt,
that it was harder than I'd ever expected,
how joy and pain can be interwoven.
I've learned a little now.
I know that learning never ends.
It comes in layers,
the way I learn over and over how to
forgive my mistakes.
Most of all I learned about the layers
of unconditional love,
how it requires letting go,
and how I can only do my best.
These layers never seem to end.
What I have learned for certain
is that your birth was also mine,
that we've been teachers to each other,
that our lives are intertwined.
I celebrate that.
(For Poets United where Susan asks us to write about birthdays.)