Dear My Precious Parker,
After such a good day, I have had a moment of weakness
again. In looking at pictures from the
2013 Gala for GiGi’s Playhouse, I got teary-eyed, not out of joy, but out of
paralyzing fear and a brief wave self-pity (though they are getting shorter and further between now). I hurt so badly knowing that people might look
at you and immediately pity you and us…and such shame for that pity. You don’t know any better…you
will just know your own life as we all do. It is your
Daddy and I that hold the grief…the grief for all of the hopes and dreams we
had for you that right now we think are lost.
I know that soon enough, though, you will show us YOUR hopes and dreams. Maybe we will be lucky enough to accept them
and support them with calm serenity.
I adored meeting all of the sweet kids at GiGi’s…but that
doesn’t stop me from wishing so desperately that you weren’t one of them. I wish I could be an outsider coming in to
volunteer instead of being one of the participants. I wish I had other babies first that could
protect you and spoil you like GiGi’s siblings do. There are so many selfish things that I wish.
I hope that GiGi’s becomes a place where I don’t feel shame for these thoughts,
and where you can make friends in an environment where people aren’t staring or
pitying and are just our new normal. I hope it becomes a place where you gain the
confidence you deserve to have, and that Daddy and I gain the peace we need to
have.
I am so terrified, but I know in a few minutes I
will walk into our bedroom and see your peaceful sleeping face and know that my
heart is still full. I know that
tomorrow morning when I am feeding you and you stare into my eyes that I am so
in love with you. I know that my heart
will just melt when you have your first definite smile. And I know that my heart will break when I have
to go back to work and leave you with someone else. These certainties are what keep me
going. These certainties are what keep
the anxious worries about your future at bay.
And these certainties are what lets me know that I am your mommy…and no
matter what you can and can’t do as you get older, that is a GIFT from God that
I will never deserve.
I Love You More Than Anything...
Mommy