I practice tellling her the story of her birth everyday. I tell her how we spoke to her birthmother on the phone everyday for 6 weeks before she was born and went to her homestate to spend a weekend getting to know her. I tell her how we picked out her name together and made the pact that would carry us three women through our lives. In every story I tell her and there are varying versions I am sure to let her know, we were chosen for her, humanly chosen and in some way, depending on your belief systems, divinely chosen for one another. I tell her T is a good woman, who is smart and lovely. I tell her how it was my greatest privilege to be there as she came into this world and how her first breath, followed by her first cry was one of the greatest moments of my life. I tell her I am honored that T chose her father and I and will always honor the trust she has placed in us. I tell her I hope she has T's hands and how she definitely has her hair. I tell her how much I love her and that no matter where she goes, what she does, and what choices she makes in this life I will love her with every pore and fiber in my body and I will always be her Mom.
I would imagine every new mother goes through these emotions, but getting her birth story right for her is of utmost importance right now for me. I know she won't be able to understand it for quite some time yet, but I want it to be right for when she does.
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