Sixty-one years ago today a 32-year-old immigrant from Holland gave birth to a baby girl – her 4th child.
It was almost a tragic day, for the child was strangled during birth by the umbilical cord. There were several frantic, tense moments before the blue-skinned baby finally took her first breath.
They called her Joanne Ruby.
My thoughts are with that young woman today, as they are every year on this day. I’ve long believed that somehow we got it wrong and the mother should be the true celebrant of their child’s birthday. Even though she has been gone many years now, my thoughts still turn to her.
Her name was Johanna Henrietta and on this day, 61 years ago, she was in her prime with her life wide open before her.
Just as she was once young, grew old, and passed on, so will it be for her children, their children, and those still to come.
To her on this day I say, congratulations on a life well-lived and thank you for giving me mine.