*Special thanks to my beloved former professor and friend, Dr. Teresa Burns Murphy, for writing today’s post in honor of her Margaret.*
16 October 2012
Eighteen years ago I was where you are now – expecting a baby girl. My daughter, Margaret, was due on Halloween, but she arrived a couple of weeks early. Though I’d practically worn out my copy of WHAT TO EXPECT WHEN YOU’RE EXPECTING, I had no guidebook for my daughter’s first year, let alone her first eighteen.
On the day of Margaret’s birth, I got my first inkling that I might not need a guidebook at all, much less have time to read one! Margaret was the only baby born in the hospital on that day, and I think the nurses were eager to rock her because every few minutes they would come to my room and ask me if I wanted them to take her to the nursery.
“Just a little while longer,” I said each time they came to the door.
That night I sang my new baby girl every song I knew. I had no idea what to do with a newborn, but singing seemed right for Margaret and me at that moment. Over the past eighteen years, I’ve had lots of moments when I wasn’t sure what I should do. In time, I’ve learned to take my cues from the person who knows her needs best – Margaret.
People gave me lots of advice on how to raise my daughter, and I suspect you will be given a lot of advice as well. Some of it will be worth listening to, and some of it will be worthless. The only advice I’ll give to you is this – when it comes to your daughter, you’ll know how to separate the wheat from the chaff. From the moment that precious girl is placed in your arms, you’ll know what to do. After all, you’ll be holding the author of the only guidebook on raising your daughter that you’ll ever really need.
With gratitude and best wishes always,
P.S. Margaret loves music and has become an accomplished singer. I should have known!
Happy Birthday to Margaret!! Love, Aunt Liz