Is she thinking of him today?
It's been two years since she first saw his face, heard his cry. Did she hold him close and kiss his little cheeks. Did she think, "He looks like me"? Did he wrap his tiny fingers around one of her own? Did she cry? Did she tell him of her plan? What was going through her mind that day he was born?
Today, on this anniversary of his birth, I'm thinking of her. I have an ache in my heart for her. I know she loved him, she had a plan for him. Does she still feel the weight of his tiny body in her arms? Is she aching today too? May God give her peace, knowing he is growing, thriving. He is so smart and stubborn and funny and loving. Part her, part me.
Today I will give him two hugs at bedtime, an extra one for the woman who can't put her arms around him. Two kisses on his chubby, still baby-like cheeks. Two snuggles when he falls and gets a bump. I will push the trucks and throw the ball for two extra minutes, spending time playing when I have other things I could be doing, because her time is over. I will rock him a little longer, even though I know he's trying to get too big for rocking, I will rock him today for her. Because, she let him go on that day so I could have him in my arms. My son.