The day I was born is fuzzy to me. Obviously, what newborn remembers what happened the exact moment they were released from their mother's stomach and brought out into the world? Despite the answer to this obvious question, there is something significant I remember about this day. April 15th, several years ago.

I was crying and a hot mess, covered in gunk from Mama's insides (gross) and I know this because I was shown the birth video on my fifteenth birthday. Not by choice, obviously, but you guys have always been so persistent, and assured me it was something beautiful to see. Not that I saw much, since I spent most of the time hiding my face in Mom's shoulder while both of you watched with huge smiles on your faces. I didn't get what the whole craze was about watching something like that, but you guys told me I'd understand when I was a mother.

Anyway, back to the story. I'm not sure if my conscious made this up somewhere along the way, because I know it's pretty impossible for me to remember something that happened only a few minutes after I was born, but stranger things have happened.

I think the first thing I can remember seeing, whether it was that day or many days later, were these gorgeous bright blue eyes. I've always been fascinated with your eyes, Mom, and there isn't a day that goes by that I'm not thankful that I have them too. They always soothed me when I was scared, or upset, or crying just because (I still do that from time to time). You would just hold me and stare into my eyes for an indefinite period of time, and I would calm. Mama always jokes about you being some kind of wizard or something, since the only thing you had to do to calm me down was look me in the eye. Maybe it is wizardry or witchcraft, who knows. Stranger things have happened.

But Mom's eyes weren't the only trick to keep me calm, Mama, so don't think I'm leaving you out.

Like I said before, whether it was that day or many days later, I remember hearing this mind blowing sound that vibrated against my ears when I was rested against your chest or my face was nuzzled securely in your neck. Whether you were feeding me, or holding me just because, I remember hearing, feeling your amazing voice when you would sing to me. God, your voice has always been beautiful, Mama, but everything was intensified during those first few months after I was born, so I felt like the experience was all the more amazing.

I think the first solid memory I have of you two using your superpowers to calm me was around the time I was one and a half. You were having your usual date night on Friday (you still have date nights on Friday) and I was being left in the care of Tia Quinn and Uncle Puck for the night. Now don't get me wrong, I love Quick as much as the next guy or girl, but I was a clingy little one, and the idea of being away from you two for the night was an absolute no no from me.

Mama was already having trouble saying goodbye, and I know I wasn't helping because every time she tried to walk away I would grab a fistful of her hair and pull her back. I would even throw in a little 'Mama I wuv you' to guilt trip her into staying. A smart, devious baby I was. But you were smarter, Mom, and you knew what I was doing. Mama always had a weak spot for my pouting or crying, but you kept strong because, well, someone had to.

So while I threw a fit and cried into Mama's chest while gripping onto the fabric of her fancy dress like my life depended on it, you gently pried me away and handed me to Quinn. You saw the hesitation on Mama's face and assured her I would be fine, kissing away the handful of tears that fell down her cheeks from watching me have a breakdown (I have to admit, I did feel a little guilty after realizing I had made Mama cry, but that wasn't going to stop my tantrum).

You walked over to Quinn and smiled before crouching down (which I don't know how you managed to do in that skin tight dress but you did) and staring into my eyes. You knew how to play my little game and you knew I couldn't resist your eyes, but I wasn't going to lose without putting up a fight, no ma'am. I was stubborn and hard headed like Mama (still am), so I definitely was not about to give in so easily.

And that's where you came in, Mama. My cries were immediately silenced when I heard you singing the opening notes to Songbird (a sentimental song to anyone with the last name Lopez-Pierce) and I knew I was a goner. It was useless at that point to fight a losing battle. You both managed to leave a few minutes later after uttering words of love, and I didn't put up much of a fight.

So there you have it. You two using your magic against me from the very moment I came out of the womb, (probably, I obviously don't remember that clearly) and learning what my strengths and weaknesses were. But while you two were learning everything about me, I was learning everything about you as well. It didn't take me long to memorize what I could do to make Mama smile if she had a hard day at work, or make Mom laugh when you both had just finished an argument. You both took the time to learn what made me happy, so I took the time to learn the same for you. It only seemed fair, right?

I guess you could say it's highly unlikely for a newborn or a two year old to remember such small details so vividly from so long ago, but I don't find it that strange at all. Stranger things have happened.

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