I have held the title of "mother" for three years now. The past 2 years were spent full of grief and despair when this day rolled around. While there was joy in spending time with my mother and mother-in-law, my heart was aching inside to be with my girls. I longed to truly experience motherhood. It is amazing how things have changed in one year.
Today was the best Mother's Day I have ever known. My arms were full. My heart was overflowing. Crosby Fox is the most precious gift I have ever received and it absolute honor to be his mother.
How thrilling it was to share him with our mothers!!
I received this poem/letter in an email this week. By no means do I think I am a better mother than anyone else. But, I do believe my love for Crosby is deeper because of the impact his sisters made in my life. It is my prayer that I never take one minute of Crosby's life for granted. He is a precious gift. His sisters were and are a precious gift. May I always use my experience to reach out to others who suffer loss. May I never forget the journey we walked to become parents to this child...
“There are women that become mothers without effort, without thought, without patience or loss and though they are good mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better in a sense. I will be better not because of genetics, or money or that I have read more books but because I have struggled and toiled for this child. I have longed and waited. I have cried and prayed. I have endured and planned over and over again. Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams. I will notice everything about my child. I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover. I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life. I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child, knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill, take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream. My dream will be crying for me. I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight, this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see. Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to, I will not be careless with my love. I will be a better mother for all that I have endured. I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain. I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body. I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall. I have prevailed. I have succeeded. I have won. So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs. I listen. And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely. I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine, of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard. I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes. I have learned to appreciate life. Yes I will be a wonderful mother.” (to my second child...)