Today is my birthday, and I have given birth to beautiful puppies. I hope to receive blessings and well wishes. It feels like such an important day, one that marks not only my life but also the new lives I’ve brought into the world. My heart is full of love and pride as I look down at my little ones, who are curled up beside me, their tiny bodies squirming and snuggling close for warmth. Each of them is so precious, and I can already tell that they’re going to grow up to be strong, loving companions just like me.
But even though I have my little ones to focus on, today I find myself wishing for something more. I know I’m supposed to be happy with what I have, and I am, but part of me longs for something I don’t always get — recognition. A simple “Happy Birthday” from those around me, a kind word, or a moment of attention to show that someone cares. It’s not that I’m ungrateful for the love I have. My puppies fill me with a joy I can’t describe. But sometimes, when I look at the world around me, I wonder if anyone will see me the way I see myself — as someone worthy of love, someone worth celebrating.
This morning, when I woke up, the first thing I did was check on my puppies. I made sure they were all safe and comfortable. They were asleep, soft little bundles of fur with tiny paws that twitched as they dreamed. I watched over them, gently licking their faces to keep them clean and warm. I can’t help but feel a sense of purpose in this role — being a mother to these little lives. They depend on me, and I’m determined to give them the best life I can. Every day, I will protect them, care for them, and love them with everything I have.
But today is my day. My birthday. And while I’m content with my new family, I can’t help but wish for a little celebration. I imagine what it would be like to hear someone, anyone, say “Happy Birthday” to me. A gentle pat on my head, a scratch behind my ears, or maybe a special treat to mark the occasion. It doesn’t have to be anything grand. Just a small gesture, something to remind me that I matter, that I’m important.
The day goes by, and I keep caring for my puppies, as any loving mother would. But in between moments of nursing and comforting my little ones, my thoughts drift. I wonder if anyone out there notices me. If anyone will take the time to acknowledge that it’s my birthday too. I wish someone would look into my eyes and see all the love I have to give, the kindness I share every day, and the loyalty I offer without hesitation.
As the sun sets, and the night begins to fall, my puppies are fast asleep, nestled together in a pile of warmth. I rest beside them, keeping watch over them as they sleep peacefully. I’m filled with love for them, and even though today wasn’t exactly what I had hoped for, I know that tomorrow will be another day. Another day to care for my babies, another day to share love, another day to feel needed.
Maybe tomorrow, someone will remember. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll be given a moment of recognition. Maybe someone will see how hard I work, how much I love my puppies, and how much I long to feel valued. But for now, I have my little ones, and that’s enough. They are my greatest joy, and as I look at them, I know that everything I’ve done today, everything I’ve been through, has been worth it.
Because I am their mother. I am their protector. And today, even if no one else said it, I’ll say it to myself: Happy Birthday. I have given birth to something beautiful, and in that, I find my joy.
