A Mother's Love
Each year on my birthday,
since I've been grown up, Mama
would tell me the story of when I was born. I never tired of hearing
it. Then in
2002 she sent me the story in a letter. I have it pasted in my
diary, there to treasure forever. With her permission, here it is,
with name-changes and initials to protect the Mouse's family.
this funny card, I just want you to know that Sept. 11 will always
remain in my mind as the day we welcomed a tiny little baby girl
into our family. I was so happy that I now had a little girl. I
enjoyed having you all through the years, and still do.
that you were born, I guess I have told you before, C. was at work.
I started having labor pains about midnight. Mama and Papa lived
downstairs, so I didn't bother them. I saw no reason to. I dressed
and sat up all night. I had my little suitcase all packed. C. didn't
get home until about 8 A.M., but about that time I felt it was time
to go to the hospital. I had called Dr. C., and he said to go to the
hospital. I called a cab and went to the hospital. Out to the cab I
met C. coming in from work. I told him I was going to the hospital,
and he said he would come over later after he got cleaned up. He did
get there by the time you arrived. So everything turned out well.
Dr. C. had examined me and figured you wouldn't arrive for a few
hours, but before he left the hospital, you had other plans and at
once you were on your way! They got him before he left the hospital
and he came back and delivered you, so everything turned out okay.
Isn't this an exciting story?
remember after I got back to my room, they brought you in for us to
see, and you were blinking your eyes, trying to see.
Other things I
remember Mama telling me: that I was so tiny (not a preemie), the
first time she went to give me a bath, she said I looked like a
little 5-pound roasting chicken! ::grin:: And that Dr. O., the
pediatrician, had said, "We're going to try to keep
this little baby." because I was having trouble keeping down formula
and maintaining weight. Anyway, Mama did good and here I am.
Mama, I know
we're not a "sappy" family; but I just want to say I love you, for
all that you are and all that you've done for me, for all of us, all
these years. You're the best!
~*~ Mother-love, a poem
If I could give you diamonds
For each tear you cried for me
If I could give you sapphires
For each truth you've helped me see
If I could give you rubies
For the heartache that you've known
If I could give you pearls
For the wisdom that you've shown
Then you'd have a treasure, mother,
That would mount up to the skies
That would almost match
The sparkle in your kind and loving eyes.
But I have no pearls, no diamonds,
As I'm sure you're well aware
So I'll give you gifts more precious:
My devotion, love, and care.
All text, except poem (this page), copyright © Joanna M.
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