Yaay! I was finally able to squeeze is some time to write, I needed the therapy, a break from my crazy busy life. Thank you for letting me indulge!
Dear friend,
I am writing this letter
from the other side, this mysterious yet beautiful home in my mommy. I am growing! Amazing that
not long ago I was the size of a pinhole! Yes a pinhole. I am on my 12th
week and my heart, digestive system, backbone and spinal
cord are already forming. Soon I will be able to move and give my mom a kick!
How fun! It is hard for me to believe that I am 10,000 times the size I was at
conception. That already is blowing my fetal mind off!
I could tell you of all the mind-blowing
things happening to me but I will spare you that for now. First I want to thank you from the bottom of
my tiny winy heart for all the support you give me. You fight for my right to
live and acknowledge the sanctity of my “little” life, for this I am very grateful. However, for now my mommy and me are one. I am sure you understand that unique
relationship, that mystery that we are two very separate lives yet one. It is in her womb that I call home. I don’t know
how I ended up in this precious sanctuary and honestly for now, I really don’t want to
know. She nourishes and protects me and
whatever happens to her affects me directly. So please, please, please would
you love my mommy? I know you can, you love me and vehemently support me yet
you haven’t seen me. This gives me hope that you will and can love my mom. I know she might be obnoxious, I know you
might feel justified to condemn her, but please I beg you, would you love her? I
know this period is very difficult for her, she is anxious about me, about the
future about us. Would you please love her, support her, love her enough to
TRUST her. Trust that when she comes to that door marked “decisions’ because of
the love and support you have given her, love will ultimately triumph. I know
it is hard for you to trust her, how can you trust her? She wasn’t responsible
enough, she should have abstained, waited for marriage or used protection, she
should have done everything to prevent my being here in the first place. But we have no time for regrets time is
running, soon and very soon my lease will be over and I will have to be out of
here somehow. Please if you really love and care for me, kindly love and trust
my mom.
Dear friend can I confide one last thing? I
am afraid.
Yes I am afraid that once I am born, you
will stop supporting me,that you won’t care anymore
I am afraid that I might be of a different
skin color, will you support and stand up for me then?
What if I profess a different faith? I might have physical challenges will you love
me still? Will you fight for equal opportunities?
What if I am gay or lesbian, will you still
believe in the sanctity of my life?
I might be thinking way ahead of time, but
how about my evening years? When my memory will fail me, in soiled diapers… Will
you still support and respect my dignity?
Please say you will, won’t you?
