Yesterday my baby, Jordan, turned 11 years old. Today I find myself wondering where the time has gone. It doesn't seem possible that she is 11 years old already. She is my baby. My newborn. My last child. I think I am having delayed post partum depression:)
I often think of what my life would have been like without this child. She was not planned and to be honest, not wanted. At that time I was not a Christian and I seriously considered having an abortion. I was a single mom with two children, I had just moved from California to Iowa, and I wasn't in love with her dad. After much thought and pleading from her dad...I decided to have her. It was my hope that during the course of my pregnancy I would fall in love with this child. It didn't happen. I had a very hard pregnancy that required me to remain on bed rest for the majority of it. By the time February rolled around....I was positive my decision to have her was a huge mistake.
While most mother's are elated when the Dr. lays their newborn into their arms and they get to see their face for the first time, I could barely muster a smile. It was the first time my mom hadn't been there for the birth, I was an hour away from my other children, and I had this new little person that I didn't even want.
One night, when Jordan was about 2 weeks old, I went into my bedroom to check on her. She was sleeping peacefully in the bassinet. I sat down next to her and watched her. I studied the outline of her face, her mouth, her hands, and all of her beautiful curly hair. All of a sudden, there was a flood of emotion that swept over me and I began to uncontrollably weep. All of the love that I had hoped would come...finally did. I sat next to her crying and asking her to forgive me for not wanting her. She slept. I considered that forgiveness.
11 years later I can't imagine my life without her. She has the most infectious giggle I have ever heard. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkle with wonder as she talks of her plans to marry a farmer, travel the world as a missionary, adopt children from different countries, and become a vetrinarian so she can take care of animals. Her love for others is something I am still struggling to achieve. She is miles ahead of me. She is special.
Happy Birthday Sweet Girl......I am soooo thankful to God that you are here and He allowed me to be your mom. May all His dreams for you come true!
4 comments:
I am so amazed when I read all of your blogs. I feel so honored to see your hearts. I am so glad that you shared that. Jordan is a beautiful girl and I am so honored to know her and know that you kept her and did not make that decision. You are a really great friend. God bless you and your family. Love from Tanya
As I have read your blog and Tanya's blog today, I am blessed by you all. I too have a wonderful 11 year old grandaughter, they are precious, those girls. You will always look at them lovingly, their hairline, their smiles, their lives as they grow and have the life God has prepared for them, they remain your little precious girl. God is always next to us. Nana C
Happy birthday Jordan!!!!!
I too have a hard time every year the girls have a birthday. They are all so special and seeing them grow into Godly young ladies makes rejoice.
Jordan is lucky to have such a great Mom and God knew what he was doing when he gave her to you. He made it all work out for his Glory. What a great God we serve.
What a touching story. You are so honest. It is refreshing to hear from you. You are so blessed that God protected you in making the right decision. I'm so happy you have your sweet little daughter. I'm glad you stopped by my blog. I will come back and visit you again.
Sincerely, Kathi PS Have you found your own dear Mr. Darcy yet? Ha! I hope you have, and if not, I will pray that you meet him very soon.
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