27 years ago today I didn't sleep, because I was becoming a mother. Typically, I tried to cheat and dozed off between contractions. But you were coming fast and I had to rouse the snoring nurse next to me to tell her it was getting serious.
You were so big, they had to cut me, but you came out perfect - round-headed - a little white bunny as the nurse called you.
Last night I slept, but in my dream I worried that you had dropped out of school, and about what were the options to remedy that. Then I woke up and realized I needn't worry about you anymore. I miss the worry. That was my gift. I'll take it.