The Firstborn

My dear friend Madame Weebles has inspired me to tell a story. She herself has been telling tales of moments that make you believe there is a force in the universe much larger than ourselves. I’ll urge you to visit her over at Fear No Weebles. You won’t be disappointed.

Now for my story.

A silhouette of my gorgeous girl.

She came when no others could.

She made us a family.

When I first became pregnant with her, I was afraid she would go away, like all the others.

I asked God for a sign.

A sign, so that I would stop worrying so much.

One day, a little girl came up to me.

I wasn’t showing. I was approaching the time when all the other babies had left my body. I was bracing myself for the pain that would surely come, as it had so many times before.

She leaned in and whispered the sweetest words I have ever heard:

You have a baby growing in your tummy.

And then she skipped away.

My whole body tingled, and all I could do was cry, for the wonder of it all.

I knew that little girl was my messenger.

All children are special.

My girl was born seven months later, and to me…..she’s not just my firstborn. To me, she’s what a miracle looks like.