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24 years ago you brought me across a threshold when you made me the mother of a daughter. Today we crossed one together when you became a mother and I became a grandmother. As I look at my new grandson’s sweet face I see my little girl all over again. He looks so much like you and yet he is a totally separate little person! How awesome is that?
I love you so much! I love all three of you – even if I haven’t formally met the newest member of your little family yet. I love you all with all my heart.
Oh how I wish I could be there with you to hug you, to hold my grandbaby, to breathe in that baby smell, to wonder over this incredible life that is part you, but a little part of me as well. That is something we will always share as mother and daughter. He captured my heart from the first photo. I wish so badly I could be there. I wish it more than anything right now, but we just don’t have the money right now. I hope against all hope that in a few months I will have the money to make the trip down there and I can finally hold him. Until then, keep sending me pictures. They are almost as good as being there.
And Dad, don’t think I’ve forgotten you – this is for you both. I was so touched to hear the story of how you literally ran home from work when you found out your son was on the way! I have seen the way you treat my daughter with such love and tenderness, how you cherish her, how good you are to her, and I feel secure knowing that she is loved and protected. Every mother wants that for her child. Thank you for giving that to me. I love you as if you were my own son.
I know that this is not exactly what the two of you had planned for your lives just yet. God is a great disrupter of human plans though, but that’s OK. In the end you realize that everything happened just as it should. There will be people who do not support you, will be unkind, who will speak ill of you and to you. Don’t listen to them. Smile, say thank you, and turn away. They have not spent a moment in your shoes so they have no room or right to be critical or judgmental. Remember, God Himself created that little baby and gave him to YOU. God never makes mistakes but the outcome depends entirely on how you treasure the gift.
God has a way of putting the sweetest blessings in the most unexpected places!
I think you are going to be just fine. In fact, I am certain of it.
As a parent you always wonder “did I love her enough?” “did I nurture her enough?” Did I teach her to love without abandon? But then I see you holding your child, the way you look at him, the way you light up when he is in your arms, and I know the answer is yes. You have always been so sweet and loving with such a tender heart, I know that this baby will have the best mom (and dad!) ever.
I am so very proud of you, so honored to be your mother. I love you so much sometimes it seems as if there just isn’t room in my heart to hold it all! You are so incredibly brave and tough and strong! You did not plan this but you stepped right up and accepted the responsibility.
You chose life.
In a society where human beings can be eliminated when they are inconvenient or in the way, you my sweet daughter chose the road less traveled. It is a lot longer and a lot more difficult, but you did it -and that takes real courage.
It’s easy to do away with something you think you don’t want or that didn’t come along at the “right time.” Sure, you may remember, you may even experience guilt for ending a small life before it even began, but to stand up to your responsibility and meet the challenges head on – that takes incredible bravery. No, your life may not be exactly where you want it to be – or where you thought it would be – right now and realistically, this is not exactly the “ideal” time to have a baby, but you weren’t thinking of yourself.
And you chose life.
I love you, Mom
And why as a Woman you should be Concerned
OK, I am going to share this. I haven’t told anyone about it, but in light of the controversy regarding men who “identify as female” to use the women’s restroom, I wanted to share my own personal experience – and you need to read it, especially if you are a biologically natural female or love one.
This is why I am against transgender men being allowed in the women’s restroom.
I was in Walmart a couple of months ago and I went into the women’s restroom that is located in the front of the store (this is in Goose Creek, South Carolina, near Charleston).
A young girl had walked in just ahead of me; she was maybe 10 or 11 years old. She went into the first stall and I went to the next one. As I walked in, I glanced toward the entrance to see an transgender man walk in (he was wearing a green dress, make up, medium length hair – but absolutely a man).
I hesitated, that maternal instinct rose up quickly but I figured the girl would be OK because she was already in the stall. So I went in my own stall. The girl started crying and I heard the mother (I assume she was the mother) come in and stand right by the door. I heard the little girl say the “scary man” was looking at her.
Then I looked up to lock eyes with him as we was staring at me through the crack in the door!
I heard the mother get the little girl out of there and I hurried up and got out too. I opened the door and nearly ran over the guy who boldly just stood there and kept staring at me.
Were any words exchanged? No.
Was anyone physically hurt? No.
But you don’t need any of that to feel threatened and uncomfortable. I definitely felt threatened.
It was a terrible experience and as women we should be protected from situations like this. Now that it is a free-for-all our protections are gone, annihilated.
If you are a woman this should concern you. If you have a woman in your life that you love, this should concern you. How is it OK to open this door, to allow things like this to happen to your mother, your daughter, your sister, your friend, TO YOU?
Thing is, this happened to me before anyone really started talking about it, passing laws, and making a lot of noise about how this extremely small portion of the population should be able to make a claim (with nothing to validate it) and be given free rein to walk right into a private area where women and little girls are at their most vulnerable.
Nothing good can come from this. Situations like what happened to me and that poor little girl will be playing out over and over – until people become desensitized and no one hears our cries any longer, thrusting us right back to becoming the inferior creatures that historically we have been labeled and undoing what so many women in history have fought so valiantly for women to achieve.
This is a step backwards in women’s rights folks.
There are no laws that can govern this so the 65 year old pedophile can dress like a woman and walk right in to the ladies room at Chuck E Cheese. All he has to do is claim that he “identifies as a woman” after all.
And what’s to stop teenage boys from raiding their sister’s clothset and dressing up in order to get a free show. Forget internet porn, they can get right up close and personal in the women’s restroom at their local Taco Bell as long as they dress the part.
I find it ironic that the same society that is bashing women for breastfeeding their babies in public areas (even when covered with a blanket) is opening wide the women’s restroom door to any male who dresses as a female – as long as he says he is “transgender” or “identifies as female.”
Am I the only one who sees this as hypocritical?
And before the whiners start in, I have compassion. This type of disorder is a sad thing (and from a medical standpoint it is a disorder), but this is not the answer. Allowing anyone who dresses like a girl to walk right into the women’s restroom is not the answer. In fact, it is extremely foolish and dangerous.
Create a unisex restroom, like the ones parents with children use.
If you are going to choose to go against the grain do not violate my right to privacy in the process.
I do not hate but I do have common sense.
Nothing good can come from this.
NOTE from Stephanie:
This is not intended to sway you in one direction or another when making the very personal decision of becoming an organ donor. I just wanted to share my reasons for making the choice to be an organ donor.
To the recipient or recipients of my organs:
I wanted to write this letter to you now because when I am finally able to give you this gift I will no longer have the ability to write. It’s OK though. At that point Jesus will have decided that my time on earth is over and He will have taken me home to be with Him. How exciting that will be!
I want you to know why I chose to give you this gift. It wasn’t for glory or praise. I don’t want to be a hero (which I am not!). It was love, plain and simple. I pray for you even now that God’s will be done in your life. I pray that you know the joy of Christ because there truly is nothing like it!
I want you to know that we are linked now. The gift of life has bound us together. Though I lie below the ground, you keep a part of me alive within your own body. I thank you for giving me this opportunity to give you this awesome gift. I wanted to leave something paramount when I was no longer a resident of this earth. I can do that through you. See, you have helped me as much as I have helped you. We have given each other a new lease on life. Please, treasure it.
Throughout my life I have wanted to help others. I wanted to give hope to people, to families and this is one way that I knew I could do that. I do not know your beliefs, but I want you to understand from my perspective, from my faith, that I strongly feel that God chose us to be linked long before either of us was ever on this earth. He knew that at some point our lives would cross and that you would have a need that only I could fill so He put in my heart the desire to make the commitment to give my own gift of life so that you could have another day. And I am so happy that He chose you!
Please, do not feel any guilt that I had to die so that you could live. That was the plan. My time was finished here and it was time for me to be with my Father. But I don’t need these organs where I am going so I want you to have whatever you need to give you the life that you want and deserve. I have chosen my words carefully here because I want you to understand exactly how I feel and what I want you to do.
My dear, I want you to LIVE.
Feel free to have your “days” feel blue and don’t feel bad or guilty about it. Please be grateful, but be human too. Don’t stop living just because I did. In my death I gave the most wonderful, valuable gift that I could – life. And I wanted to. I wanted to give someone a chance at life within the tragedy of death. I planned it for years, considered it in depth, and discussed it with my family. This was not a decision that was arrived at lightly. I thought about it. I thought about YOU, your family, even though I do not know you personally. I knew you in my heart though and God had already chosen me for you (He knew us before He formed us, did you know that?). And if I can give you just one more day of life, your family just one more day of having you, then it is all worth it.
I want you to know that I worked very hard to keep my organs healthy for you. I took good care of my body, maintained a healthy diet and exercised so that when you receive my heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, whatever, they will serve you well. I wanted my gift to you to be in optimal condition. As I said, I have planned this for a long time.
Just do me a favor, please. Take time for the important things. Hug your kids, tell those you care about that you love them, do something kind for someone else. Take a walk, pick some flowers, stop every now and then to just enjoy this beautiful world that the Lord has given us. I can tell you from experience that time passes way too quickly. If you don’t take time to live today, you may not have the chance tomorrow.
Slow down, clear your schedule. People are too busy and rushed and they miss so much. Just stop, be still, and breathe. Look around, appreciate beauty, and savor every moment that God has given you. And please, please, thank Jesus for giving you another day. That’s a gift, you know.
So, please, when you feel that soft breeze on your face or the sun seems to gently caress your skin, when you feel alive, please raise your hands to heaven and thank God for bringing us together. All of this is because of Him. He put the desire in my heart and He has ordered my steps. I wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot, but I tried to live for Him the best I could. I hope you know Him and if you don’t, I pray that someday someone will love you enough to show you His face and tell you just how much He loves you.
This is my gift to you. Please take good care of it – and don’t ever forget to LIVE.
God bless you,
Since I now have “no fixed address” my office changes depending on where I can get the best wifi. Some may thing this would be a headache, but to me, it is rather fun. I sit here, doing my work and listen to the world around me. I have seen a lot on these mornings in my mobile office, some delightful, some funny, and some heartbreaking.
Just this morning as I sat in McDonald’s with my coffee, I heard a man cursing out his young children while they had breakfast before school, chatted with a fascinating gentleman who is starting his own business, and listened to two elderly men discuss elderly men stuff. As I said, some were heartbreaking – we reported the man with the children to the management. He threatened them using awful language several times. You can’t be too careful.
Now, as I sit listening to these men I have to chuckle. The conversations go something like this.
Man 1: How did you break your ribs?
Man 2: I fell.
Man 1: How did you fall?
Man 2: I don’t know. I just fell.
Man 1: You need to see a doctor to see why you fell.
Man 2: I did see a doctor. He gave me pain pills.
Man 1: You’re not listening to me! You need to find out why you fell! I bet it’s your ears. You need to see a doctor about your ears.
Man 2: I’m going to the doctor to see about getting hearing aids.
And this one made me laugh out loud.
Man 1: The paper here says that South Carolina is tied with Montana for having the worst drivers.
Man 2: Montana?! There’s nobody in Montana! How can there be that many bad drivers?
And then there was this exchange:
Man 1: The paper here says that this writer died – P.D. James. I ain’t ever heard of her.
Man 2: I ain’t heard of her either and I’ve read a lot of books.
Man 1: She must not be any good then.
Man 2: Must not.
As I sit in this booth I listen to them talk about being in the military, about their mothers, about how good their mothers cooked, and about their dogs.
Who needs TV when LIFE is happening all around us? It’s far more interesting.