It is almost a year since my son Michael was born into this world, and as I have done with Matthew, I have been contemplating what I will write in his birthday letter.
It has become so clear to me that in order to write it in the spirit with which the idea for these letters came about (to be filled with all the love and light I FEEL when I look at my children), then I need to say goodbye to the last twelve months in a separate post.
So, this is my prayer of gratitude:
This time a year ago I was still a girl. I sit here today, a woman. I mean that in every single sense of the word. I am strong. I am brave. I am loving. I am nurturing. I am beautiful.
It has taken me twelve months to come to this place of gratitude for the experience that my family and I have gone through. We are changed, forever, as a result of it, and for that we are grateful.
For all of the trauma, the worry, the paralysing fear, there has been a miraculous turn of grace, and for that, we are grateful.
For every sight we have witnessed, we give testament to the families who do not have a joyful outcome like we do. For every mother we met, we give acknowledgment for her suffering, and for her bravery.
For the love we have been shown, and have learned to show others, we are grateful.
For the depth of feeling that we have experienced, and will never be the same as a result of, we are grateful.
For the hopes and dreams of a future we can conjure for our sons, we are grateful.
Thank You. Forever, Thank You.