365 Letters to Myself
February 20th - I am pregnant...
Thirty 34 years ago, I gave birth this day to my first son and a life path I was meant to travel officially started. In the summer of 1988, I took the test, told the father, broke the news to my parents – this unplanned pregnancy would be fulfilled, god-willing.
Apparently, as I believe in the role of the holy spirit to bless a woman with child, it was meant to happen. I was obviously concerned, not knowing what to physically expect, in a relationship with a friend-we just started dating, young without a plan. It seemed being pregnant agreed with me, as parents we were in it together (the grandparents supportive) and did what felt like the next right things in creating a future. The actual labor, birth relatively ‘manageable’ – a bit of a scare when the umbilical cord seemed to be cut too fast and my precious baby turned blue, having to spend his first night in ICU.
Oh, what a journey it has been. To say he has challenged us, my now husband of 33 years, is putting it mild. But how proud I am of him and who he is, continues to become. I know that he was exactly the purpose I needed at a time I struggled to have one. He has been quite the teacher of so many of my life experiences. Perhaps a bit of payback, I now get to watch his passage as the father of my 13-year-old granddaughter. Happy birthday my precious boy!
How often are life’s greatest gifts those we never anticipated.
Hmmm, and having the baby…day 210!
Thank you if you choose to join the journey. Let's hope it is more fun than tears!