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.
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.