Monthly Archive for December, 2009

A Poem to My Child

To my darling baby,

In my arms I have held the most precious
thing known to mankind. With ten little
fingers and ten little toes, hair of brown
and eyes of blue so little and fragile I didn’t
ever want to let go. As you looked up at me
with such loving eyes and a trusting soul,
then I knew I had to let you go.

I’ve placed you in the arms of those I know
will take great care of you. Your life will
be happy and secure. You will be loved
just as much as I love you myself. This I
am trusting with faith and with love.

One day I hope you will grow to
understand it was out of complete love for
you that with a kiss on your cheek and tear
filled eyes that I placed you in the arms of
the one you will call Mommy.

Forever and always . . .

Your Birth Mom

Letter from a Birth Mom

Dear Noelle!

Well kiddo, it’s my first night home from the hospital, without you kicking around inside my belly. As much discomfort as I was in, we all know why now…10 pounds 12 ounces! And you’re not pudgy one bit!

I will admit I was so nervous to come see you when we were healing from our separation in the hospital. But everyone talked of how beautiful you were, so naturally, I had to come see you.

Unfortunately, your poor mom is on bed rest so she couldn’t come back to the hospital to be there too, but you’re dad was there to hold my hand into the nursery where you lay. It’s funny Noelle, you’d think I was the baby here!

We walked in on your hearing test, and I had to laugh when the nurse performed the test on you because she put on little headphones and a sock hat so low it covered your eye lids. You’re Aunt Sabrina and I both thought you looked like a “G.” You’re dad will explain that one whne you are a little older.

Despite how much pain I was feeling every time I sat down, I just wanted to watch you burp, lift your head and poop all over your dad. I didn’t move for over an hour watching your dad talk to you, love you and express out loud all of his hopes and dreams for you! It was the very moment I saw your dad hold you in his arms and kiss your head ever so gently that I knew my decision had saved your life! The next day when your mom came back to the hospital to spend time with you, she sat quietly next to me in the room with you nestled ever so close to her heart. My decision, Noelle, was once again confirmed!

I think, Noelle, that the best part of the whole weekend of your birth was watching how happy you made everybody I’ll admit, selfishly, that I did that for them, and for you. And it felt so good to be a part of such a wonderful time in your family’s life. I love your mom and dad very much, and I chose them because; well, I couldn’t think of two people who might POSSIBLY be able to love you more than me. Oh, Noelle, they do love you very much!

We watched the Olympics all weekend long on t.v. You were so strong when you were born; your whole family, even me, chattered of what an athlete you would become; volleyball player I think specifically. (Ask your Grandma Pizzo about volleyball players.)

As you and I get to know each other over the years, I’m sure my hopes for you will change. But as of this weekend, all I wish for you in your life is happiness, the strength to find it when you are troubled, and the courage to have no regrets!

I will cherish you always,
Maggi

By the way, everyone wasn’t lying when they said how truly beautiful you are!

Adoption Poem

Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.

Two different lives shaped to make you one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.

The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love. The second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name.
One gave you a talent. The other gave you aim.

One gave you emotions. The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile. The other dried your tears.

One sought for you a home that she could not provide.
The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied.

And now you ask me, through your tears,
the age-old question unanswered through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of Love.

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