Dear Blake,
My beautiful son, a letter to tell you how much you mean to me.
Your daddy and I were married on May 26th, 2001. It was rainy - stormy to be exact - but the sun was so bright. It is said that it is bad luck to have it rain on your wedding day. It's a good thing we don't believe in luck. On that day we thought our lives were complete. Boy were we wrong.....
There is an inborn nature in a woman, my son. They call this a biological clock. No man can stop this clock for it is impossible. With each "tick, tock" a
woman hears "baby, baby", and with each passing day it only gets louder. With many women, they don't have to hear it long before the miracle of pregnancy stops it. Needless to say,
I was not one of those women.
A year and a half after your daddy and I were married, God had begun His work. Ever so gently, He placed you inside of me. Since the beginning of time, He has been thinking of you, and with His perfect timing, His thoughts became a tangible part of my womb.
Blake David Winfrey will be your name - after your Grandpa Troyer. A miracle in the making. In one instant our lives as a couple changed. We were parents.
In the first ultrasound at 11 1/2 weeks (the day after we found out), we saw you for the first time. You were kicking both feet, seeming to have such a good time in there. I knew exactly how you felt.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I see the changes my body makes as you grow inside me. In awe, I wonder how a child can actually live inside of its mother. I angrily question the morals of women who have had abortions. How could they possibly??? I try to ignore all worry and fear as the due date approaches. I want to meet you face to face.
On my due date, I am induced because I can't bear not seeing you for another day. The pain is horrible, almost unbearable. In my mind, I curse Eve. It is all her fault. But the pain subsides with and epidural. I can enjoy this now! As midnight rolls around, I begin the hour and a half of pushing.
At 1:37a.m. you arrive. Welcome to the world, Blake David! In one second I was no longer the woman I used to be. They lay you on my belly and my tears fall. For a moment all time stands still as I look into your beautiful blue eyes. My baby...my baby boy. I've waited all my life for you...for this moment. And right then I finally get it when my own mother would say "You don't know what love is until you have a child of your own." A love that hurts. A love that makes everything else in this world seem so small and the only feeling in the world that is pure and good is having your child in your arms.
It's been 2 1/2 years since that day and I still love you as much as I did at that moment. Its seems you've grown so fast. You've become so independent and yet some days so needy. You get mad at me a lot and it hurts us both to discipline you, but it's for your own good I tell myself. Someday you'll thank me! I look at you sometimes in wonder - in disbelief. You're
mine. All you know has come from me - and some from daddy, too. I can't get enough of you. Even when I'm at my wit's end because you've had a bad day, I just want to be loved by you. I want to hold you in my arms and love on you. I want to shelter you. I never want to see you hurt. I don't want you to go out into the world because it's not good enough for you. I have so many dreams for you, but may they always stay dreams and not expectations.
Someday you will be a man. My prayer is that you grow up loving and serving the God that gave you to me. Love God and love others. That is all I ask of you.
I love you, Blake...with a love you will never understand until you have your own child. And when I hear you say "Mommy, I love you", at that moment nothing else in the world matters but you. "I love you too, Blake".
Forever Ever
Mama
06.21.06