I was born in August. I was also my mom's firstborn. In fact, her due date was August 3rd, only three days from my due date of August 6th. I've found myself thinking about that quite a bit lately. Was my little heartbeat the sound that brought her to tears back in 1981? These thoughts give me a connection to her as I experience milestones, symptoms, etc. My mom never dealt with infertility, but I know that her calling to be a mother was one of the most important things in her life and she loved her children more than life itself. I feel an extra special connection with her now that I am pregnant and as I anxiously wait to meet our special little baby next Summer.
Last night I got home from work and I was surprised to find a box from my cousin (who has no idea I'm pregnant) waiting for me. I opened it, and couldn't believe what was inside.
My mom's journal.
I flipped it open. I realized she was writing to her future children. Me.
"I love you already and I haven't even met you and I know my life will be more complete as I meet you."
She was speaking to me beyond the grave.
I can't believe this treasure is now in my possession. I can't wait to read through it and feel like she's here with me again, only in a new light.
Thank you, mom. There's never been a doubt you're near, but moments like these definitely remind me you're watching from the other side.