Dear Liberty,
Today, you are three. How
are you three already? I remember the
day you made me a mother like yesterday.
Even though I didn’t carry you, I was there for your birth. Your birth mom was so strong. I held her hand as she received her
epidural. I encouraged her as she fought
to bring you into this world. I saw her
eyes brim with tears as we shared our first look at what a beautiful girl you
were. I looked back after you were born
and saw tears rolling down your dad’s face. There is no other moment in this
world that will replace that one. Your
dad and I got to cut the umbilical cord and watch you get weighed, measured,
cleaned, and wrapped into a warm blanket.
We got to wheel you into a private waiting room and stare at you, cuddle
you, hug you, and love you. We made a
couple ecstatic phone calls to our parents. We brought you home 9 days later.
Liberty, I want you to know just how very much you were wished
for and wanted. Your dad and I prayed
for you for countless nights, days, months, and years. Though you are not blood of our blood, your
heart matches ours. Your personality,
they say, matches mine. Your spirit,
matches your dad. Your stubbornness,
most definitely comes from your dad. ..and your kindness, comes from your
grandma Jane. Your love for the land and
animals, that comes from both of your Papa’s.
And your determination, that’s Grandma Sue.
Liberty, the kindness in your heart makes me just swell with
pride. I pray that it only grows with
your age…and that you will always remember the simplicity of your
childhood. Days spent from sunup to
sundown outdoors, days spent with your family, building the best friendship
with your sister and hopefully more siblings in the years that follow.
Liberty, the questions you ask make me smile so big. I’m not sure how many 100s you ask a day, but
the questions you ask can leave me stumped to find you an answer. May you always have so many questions, and
may you always search for the answers.
Be a learner, and know that you are never too old to learn more.
Your love for books…you are definitely your mother’s
daughter. Books will take you to faraway
places, make the unimaginable possible, and they will fill your heart with
emotions. Never stop reading, and know
that with every book, you are opening another door.
My wish for you, my dear girl, is that you will blossom. I hope that when doors close on your path you
will keep searching for windows, and that you will never give up on
yourself. You are smart, strong, and
beautiful. You will go so very far in
life. Don’t let anything stop you. The mark you will make in the world will be
seen for miles.
I love you, my precious girl.
Mom
