Birth Certificate Reflection

In reference to the below mentioned recently received birth certificate of my own, I feel I must air out a few thoughts I had upon comparing my birth certificate with Carter's.

First, take look at the above certificate and marvel. THIS is a birth certificate. Not some medical "Record of Birth" with only vital stats or, what Carter got, which is some 1/4 sheet of paper with balloons on it saying "Happy Birthday" where they pasted his footprint.

I began life certified, that right, CER-TI-FIED, by the hospital, that I had successfully completed all that had been asked of me up until that point in my life. Granted, that was pretty much developing enough internal organs to sustain my own life, but all in all that is a pretty impressive accomplishment for being zero to negative nine months old. And for all that I received a certificate with a giant GOLD STAR on it.

Now, that is how one should start life. Already ahead, feeling confident (a feeling I have not forgotten, just ask my friends), proud of what I have done and ready to expand upon it. Kids today, they have no direction, no motivation. I blame the lack of gold star. I'm not saying it can't be overcome, but just to be safe, I'm going to go get a big gold star and make sure Carter knows...


he's certified.