Last Friday I opened my e-mail to find a message that said "I think I'm in the early stages of labor.... shhhhhh..." I am the kind of person who, if I was in labor might start randomly telling passersbys on the street the length of my contractions but the friend who sent this to me is not. Unlike me she is reserved and has common sense, so when I got the message I felt privileged.
Participating in the privacy of a magic moment is a blessing indeed.
Not one to receive such e-mails and serenely keep them to myself I decided to call my friend up. Having never been in labor myself I wasn't sure that was appropriate but if you've been friends with someone since you were 12 you don't worry too much about manners, you worry about accompanying them through important moments. You worry that things will go well.
You worry that if you wait more than 5 seconds the window will close.
So I called and like all conversations that happen when something big is about to go down it was slightly surreal. Did it hurt? Yes, quite a bit. Was she happy it was finally here? Yes. Did I blabber on about how exciting and scary it was? Of course, see note above about how I can't shut up.
So we chatted a bit through her every three minute contractions and then I thought, "I should get off the phone, it seems like she needs to go have a baby and all". So we said goodbye and I sat down and let myself cry a bit because when I'm excited, or worried, or happy, that's what I do.
All three emotions at once equals a perfect storm for a cry.
When I got myself together and wrapped my head around the enormity of what was about to happen I sat down and wrote this post because I want this little one to know how very much she was loved and blessed even before she made her appearance in the world.
Maya, before you were born you were created special and unique by God. You were imagined up and planned for and brought into the world with unlimited hope and anticipation. When you are older there will be moments when you will wonder if you are loveable, if you are special. You will wonder if you mean something.
I want to tell you now the answer to all those questions is: absolutely yes.
You are beautifully and wonderfully made, a shining star in the constellations and the twinkle in your parent's hearts. I know this because on October 1st at 7:26 pm , 12 hours before you made your way into this world there was a group of people waiting for you with baited breath and you are so special that each one and every one of them loved your fiercely without needing to know who you were.
Love, Tia Emily