A Life in Short Stories

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A story of motherhood, hope and faith.

Submitted: July 23, 2018

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Submitted: July 23, 2018



One Perfect Moment


Here I sit in my bedroom once again mesmerized by a small silly Christmas tree that still sits

quietly snuggled in the corner of my room collecting dust bunnies well into February.

Sometimes I wonder to myself if am I really lazy or am just too sentimental and purposely

leaving out again way beyond its season. Why is it that we sometimes have a difficult time

putting away special memories? Perhaps it is because they possess a particular blessing from

heaven that reminds us of that one perfect moment in time and space in our hearts.

As for me that perfect moment was the year my son was born. It was our first Christmas

together. The day I had been searching and waiting for my whole life. I was really a mother.

I was Brandon's mother.  I sat in my big rocking chair with a soft song pouring my love over him

with every breath of him I took in. Afloat in a wonderful hazy dream of motherhood with my

angel a snuggle at my warm breast and the possibilities for our future together.

Then the sadness of two years before invaded my mind for just a few seconds. It was a dark

haunting echo of those dream crushing words reaching to me from the past. The words of no

would be mother approaching forty. It was the voice of specialist who shattered all my

dreams of motherhood when he said, “I'm sorry you and your husband will never have any

children of your own. If you want a baby you will need to adopt.

No babies! No babies! No babies!

A Numbness grab me by my heart. I

felt like someone just punched me and took my life away.

I don't remember how I got home, I think my husband dropped me off and went to work.

I do remember going home in tears and dropping to the floor of my bedroom pleading for

God's grace and on mercy on my life. 

over my prayers and tears of a great

heartache held me in a place of total faith beyond any place I had ever been before or since. How

only know that I fell asleep on the

in the light of the day and waking

up to the stars shining through my bay window.

It was another November night so long ago, a night I knew that the someday I would be

blessed by motherhood even if all the specialist said I would never be a mother. The one part

closes to my heart is of this most extraordinary time in my life was my prayer of total acceptance

of the child I would be given by grace.

As parents we all sometimes forget to be thankful for our children. We lose site of the fact

that each child in our families will be given their own talents and gifts. They will need us to love

them for who they are, not what we what them to be. As parents, we are but a starting point in

our child's journey in this gift of life we give them.

So to my son and all those young people in the world, I pray that you have enough love and

faith to start your own journey and may you soar beyond your dreams. I also pray that you will

I will always be grateful to my Father

moment in my rocking chair so many years

ago now.

you should ever find me in my room with my silly old Christmas tree still in the corner of

dreaming of that one perfect prayer that was

answered on the day you where born my son.

those who believe in praying for that one perfect moment keep praying. For our prayers

very special messages carried on wings of angles to heaven.







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