At 7:57AM exactly 27 years ago my baby girl was born – Belinda Joan Heldreth Steinel. I am sure she is cringing at me calling her a “baby” but she will always be my baby.
When I found out that I was pregnant, there were a whirlwind of emotions. Belinda’s dad opted to leave us since he “wasn’t ready to be a dad”. Was I ready to be a mom? Probably not. This fun-loving, workaholic, partying women thought “I can do and have it all”. Reality quickly sunk in as I was banished for health reasons to bed for most of my pregnancy. Life was a little, okay ALOT, crazy but I knew that we would be okay.
The morning Belinda arrived, I was due for a stress test because despite the doctor’s prediction, she was NOT early nor was she a preemie! When I called the doctor to tell him I as in labor, he was like I will see you for the stress test. NO WAY! Within an hour, the pain was unbearable so off Elsie and I went to the hospital. I was having contractions but it was too early for pain meds. By the time the doctor came back in it was too LATE for pain meds. Yup, 100% natural labor along with a vow that I would NEVER had another child.
It has always been “you and me kid”. Yes, Rob entered the picture when you were 13. Yes, I had tremendous support from family. At the end of the day, it was “you and me kid” snuggled in our mobile home getting through life with the cats and Tinkerbell.
I picked and chose my battles when you were growing up. Some things just weren’t worth it. I was blessed. You were basically a good kid. A gymnast (thank you Edythe & Grams). A field hockey player. An All Star Cheerleader. A hard working girl from the age of 16.
Do you remember the first time the realization hit you that your “baby” was a grown up? Was it when they went to HS? How about when they got their first job? Or was it when they got their driver’s license? Most will say, it was when they went off to college. For me, the realization came as Rob and I walked her down the “aisle” to the waiting arms of her finance. Yup. It took that long – just this past August. I was not ready for the flood of emotion that would hit as we drove back to Jersey that weekend.
Belinda, you have grown into an amazing woman. I have always been proud of you. I love your giving heart. I love your energy. I love your self-confidence. Yes, I even love your lack of tactic when telling people how you “really” feel. You have inspired others to reach for their dreams. You have fought for those who could not fight for themselves. You have blazed a trail advocating as far as Capital Hill for the things that you believe in. You stand up for what you believe in even if it goes against the norm.
Yes, mom is shedding a tear or two as I write this. We may not physically be together today since you are in North Carolina and I am in New Jersey but our hearts will be bound together forever. I wish you a day filled with love and happiness. I hope that all of your dreams come true. Happy Birthday Baby! It is “you and me kid”.
Have a ThirtyOne-derful day!
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