Today is not Nick's birthday. His birthday is in January. However,I read this poem today and it sums up feelings I feel on both Nick's birthday and on Mother's Day about Nick's birth mother.
A BIRTHDAY
It’s my Childs birthday today. He just went dashing by me. His eyes are sparkling with the excitement only meant for today. Presents, kisses, hugs, cake, ice cream; it all seems so natural. It’s a ...day for looking back and looking forward.
It's my child’s birthday today; but there’s something very different happening inside of me. This should be a day of complete joy. A day for thanksgiving;but I’m stopped in the midst of all this excitement. I’m stopped because my thoughts are with “someone” else for a time. It’s my child’s birthday today.I have no memories of his life growing inside of me and fighting to be released. I have no memories from the beginning months of his life. Another “someone” was there. Another “someone” suffered for my joy. It’s my child’s birthday today; but “someone” somewhere is feeling emptiness inside. I wonder if she is wondering:Wondering who he looks like
Wondering how big-how small,wondering if he laughs much,wondering if he will wonder someday, too. It’s my child’s birthday today and in the midst of this blessed day that was given to me I have a prayer: Oh, God that I may never forget that “someone” suffered so much to give life to my child. That “someone” loved my child so very much in that she gave him the right to live. May I never forget for a moment and especially now, today, to offer a prayer of thanks for that “someone”, and that you, dear God, can always be there by that “someone” to help her through the hurts she will have when she stops to think that today is “my child’s birthday”.
I truly feel immense gratitude for a woman I don't know, who lives half-way around the world. I feel grateful to a woman who chose to give my son his life. I don't know if she ever does think about Nick. She may not. We'll never know. What I do know is that I am grateful to her for carrying him to term. She has given our family one of the greatest gifts that one person can give to another.
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Uau! Tammy I don't know you, but I can see in all the words that you always wrote about Nick that he's a very lucky boy to be your son, to be part of your family, That you bless each others life :)
Tammy, thats beautiful. It is a special blessing for those birth moms to be able to think of the child before themselves, so that we can have the blessings of them in our lives.
So sad. And so generous, loving, humble, thoughtful, and selfless of you Tammy. Only makes me love and appreciate you more.
I love that so much! I feel the same way. I was adopted myself and would stop to think sometimes on my own birthday if someone out there was thinking of me and I do find myself occasionally thinking about the woman who brought our amazing little girl into the world and wonder..but you are right we will never know and I am just so grateful she is here with us now!
I love this poem, so beautiful!
We call our son's birth mom, his "tummy mommy". When he was younger and realized that babies grew in their mommie's tummies, I explained that my tummy didn't work - so God placed him in his "tummy mommy" to grow. When he was ready to be born, he was born to be my baby.
We pray for and recognize her as being his "tummy mommy".
Thanks for sharing your story!
Melissa
Nick is so cute! And i love your new background :)
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