It was a hot day. My mom said that she went for a walk in the Arboretum during contractions. For each contraction she would stop and focus on a flower to get through the pain. She was certain that I would be a girl. I wasn’t.
From the delivery room window she could see sailboats. When I was born, she had never been so relieved and happy in her whole life, and she felt forever changed. A mom.