Dear Megan,
Grab your tea first, put Emma down and read. I realize you’re probably reading this on your BB, so I’ll try and be brief.
I.lie. You know it’s nigh impossible for me to be brief. Let me shut up and get started…
Happy Birthday my dear friend. You do realize that 28 is a pinnacle year, right?
It is. After the drudgery that we slog through from 25 to 27, 28 is a pinnacle year. It’s when the things we started to formulate as plans begin to come together. I can tell you’re laughing at me but, trust me on this one, okay? I know it’s a little bit difficult to see things that way right now and, that’s okay. I won’t lie, I felt the same fearful, almost heart-stopping scariness when someone told me that. But, they were right.
Trust in it, believe in it, and I’m here trusting and believing for you when you feel you cannot. Deal?
My Megsie. Even through your own struggles, you still see through to be there for me and my sometimes pointless whining. And other times, when the proverbial brown stuff hits the thingum that circulates air, you’re right there. I treasure you so very much. Even when you put a damper on my often-airheaded dreams, and bring me back to reality. You still give me hope over and above them, though. You, always with the hope.
I’ve missed you so much now that we are geographically distant. I realize though, that this was something you needed to do, and this experience has brought you Emma. Lovely, sweet smiling Emma. You’re doing a good job, my Megsie, even when the sleepless nights and the poop patrol gets too much for you. You’re still doing a good job and I admire you for it. If anyone tells you different, you have my number.
I know it’s hard to see a clear path in life right now, but I know that you keep on believing. Whilst I’ve not always agreed with you, I have and always will support you. I trust in your intuition and I believe in your incredible power to make things happen. I see your method, and I endorse your madness.
To think, when we first met, our greatest life challenge was “survive hangover” and now it is “survive parenting and the big ugly world outside”. I do have to say something there though.
We’ve actually gone from surviving to thriving. We truly come alive in our hearts, in our roles as mothers. And I’m lucky to have you as a compatriot in this sometimes heinous game. It’s you who will answer at 3am, sit with me through power outs, sit with me in disgusting queues (may we never have to repeat those experiences…LOL…) and love me right through life’s heartaches.
You’re never alone, my Megsie. You’re never not enough, Megan. You’re never hopeless or lost, my friend. I’m right there with you, all the way.
Happy Birthday Megan.
We love you. xxx