My grandma has always told me the story about the day I was born. My parents had a midwife and I would be born at home. My grandparents lived one street over and could see our house from their back yard. It was early in the morning and my grandpa was getting ready to leave on a trip; probably one of his many adventures. She looked out her back window and saw my parent’s front porch lights on and she knew that meant I was coming. I think about it often, but I just recently thought about how it was also my grandpa’s birthday that day.
They looked out the back window and saw my parent’s front porch lights on and knew. On his birthday.
On his fifth birthday, he didn’t know that one day he would have a granddaughter born on the same day as him. When I turned five, I knew nothing different than having a shared day with him. He always made sure the attention was on me. He never complained and if he cared he never let on. He was selfless when I was selfish. As they say, with age comes wisdom. I will always treasure our memories and someday I may have a grandchild born on my birthday and I will have a chance to be selfless for them.
