Dear Little One,
You haven’t even been created yet, but I already love you.
There are a million possibilities inside my body, each one holding half the DNA
for a different person. Some days I wish that we could make you now, my
patience wearing thin and my arms aching to hold you. And then I am reminded of
something profound.
Each month, a new set of possibilities is released. Each
month, the potential for an altogether different creation, a different
personality, different features, a different child. And I am just waiting for
YOU. If I got pregnant this month, I would have a baby, yes. But it wouldn’t be
you. You’re still in the wings, awaiting your moment to shine. So baby, I’ll
wait.
I’ll wait for you to make your silent entrance, for you to
be created, and then for you to grow. And someday, hopefully not to long from
now, I’ll bring you into this big beautiful world and teach you to live life
unconventionally – to live it like YOU. And I’ll love you forever. Because I
waited for you.
With all the love that I posses,
Mama
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