By now I certainly expected to be a mother. Though it is past time for me to consider becoming the expectant, my body is still fully able to do so (thanks doc I think for that news). Honestly, hearing this set off all sorts of emotions as I recalled the little girl holding her mother’s hand that I saw walking towards me earlier in the morning. She and I locked eyes well before we were in close range; the level of anticipation about being able to greet each other was very high, I could feel a strange excitement. Our smiles wide, we giggled loudly exclaiming hello and hi as we passed on the sidewalk. That set the tone for and made my day. At dinner later in the evening, my eyes welled up as I shared the news from my doctor, the story about the mom and daughter, and whispered, “I wanted to be a mommie.” I don’t know if I will ever stop missing having my own little girl.
When I got under the covers that night I whispered thank you…knowing I am able to bear fruit really is a gift and though I may never unwrap a tiny bundle that shares my likeness, there are so many children
right here in America waiting to be adopted by mommie's who want to be.
Happy Mother’s Day!
keep your peepers open! ®
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