Dear Drew,
When I was pregnant with you, you
dropped in the 30th week and I went into pre-term labor.
The doctor could feel your head
during my exams, which signaled to her that if I continued with my normal
day-to-day activities, my contractions would continue and you would be on your way even though it was seven to ten weeks too
early.
To paraphrase the doctor, you
had to bake a little longer as there were vital organs that had not yet fully
developed and you needed them.
When I told you this story a few
weeks ago, you said, “See?! Y’all were holding me back!”
I replied, “Ah, Grasshopper,
it was then that I intuitively embraced the role of protecting you from what you may
think is best to ensure your safety and success because you just don’t know
everything yet.”
Now as you grow into a young
woman and begin preparing for the next phase of your fabulously destined life,
we sometimes butt heads because, as your Mom, I know that you still have to
bake a little longer.
There are still “vital organs,”
facets of your maturing, that are not yet fully developed and you need them.
When you tried to enter this
world prematurely almost 16 years ago, I was placed on bed rest for seven weeks
to make sure you stayed put.
You see, even though the doctor
wanted me to go the full 40 weeks, it was OK if you came in Week 37. So when
Day 1 of Week 37 got here, I started doing jumping jacks and somersaults so you
would come out!
But, in true Drew fashion, you took your sweet time and did not come until Week 39.
I like to say you’ve been
engaging the world on your terms ever since.
So now you’re 15 in the tenth
grade, which is kinda like Week 30. We still have a while to go before it’s
time for you emerge from the womb of love, safety, security, and guidance, even
though it’s an incubator you chafe against at times.
But trust me, when you do go out into
the world, I predict you will look at me the same way you did when they first placed
your tiny body in my arms.
You gazed at me steadily, appearing to be quite perturbed at the abrupt ejection from your warm and comfy cocoon, and, without blinking, your facial expression seemed to say, “So, this is it?”
But I looked back at you knowingly and smiled through happy tears and simply said, “Hey girl, I’m so glad you’re here.”
Just like carrying you and giving
birth, preparing you to leave the nest is labor. It’s a process that seems simultaneously long and short and is often
times uncomfortable, inconvenient, messy, bloody, and painful.
But it is also so very worth it.
So as we make our way through these
last few years of high school, I’m keeping a watchful, loving yet appropriately
distant eye on you.
I’m guiding you and praying.
I’m calling in the Village to
encircle us in love and wisdom.
And I’m asking you to place your trust in me.
The life of promise I saw for you when I
first laid eyes on you is beginning to come into focus.
And just like during bed rest,
instead of rushing the process, I’m listening to the experts and learning, watching,
growing, and loving right alongside you.
Love, Mom
I'm crying, Ally, that was the best letter that I ever read! You are a super mom, just as you were a super friend. I'm glad the world gets to know your greatness, you are truly a gift!
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