Summary: This heartfelt letter from a mother to her unborn child captures the dreams, hopes, and love she holds for her baby. It speaks of the challenges and joys that await, the steadfastness of home, and the inevitable heartaches. The letter ends with a poignant farewell, as the baby is lost before birth, leaving the mother with an enduring love and sorrow.
Hello, my precious one. What dreams you cradle in your tiny hand. What destinies await you. As you begin your journey into life, you silently grow within me. Already, there is an unspoken bond of love between us, a love that is beyond words and comprehension.
So many challenges lie ahead for you. The daunting transition from the safety of the womb to the bustling world will be softened by the warmth of my embrace and the nourishment from my breast. As time goes on, you will continue to grow and prepare for the world.
We will celebrate your first smile, your first step, your first word. A world of firsts awaits you, my dear one. Explore, discover, and always dream big. Follow your dreams, and you will grow tall and strong. Where will your dreams take you? Will you ride horses, sing songs, or perhaps be drawn to the sea or the sky? Wherever your path leads, always remember to follow your heart, for your dreams are nothing without it.
The apple trees are heavy with fruit, sweet and ripe. By the time you arrive, they will be gone, but the orchard remains steadfast, producing year after year. Like the orchard, your home will be a place of strength and security. You will feel safe and loved here. There will be storms, but they will pass, and the warmth of your family's love will shine through once more. Time will guide you and prepare you for the world.
Yesterday, I walked by the sea. The angry waves crashed against the rugged rocks, challenging them for blocking their path to the shore. As the salty spray touched my face, I felt a powerful challenge: "Come with us! Dare to be immortal!" But the rocks stood firm, and so did I. In that moment of exhilarating fear, I felt more alive than ever.
You, too, will experience wondrous things. You will grow towards these experiences like a flower reaching for the sun. Each one will enrich and teach you. You will also know heartache, loss, and sorrow, which I will strive to ease but cannot completely shield you from. When such moments come, my dear child, do not shut out the world. Let those who love you share your pain and help you heal.
Healing will come, gently, on wings of gossamer.
These feelings I express will one day be familiar to you. You will become a parent yourself and know the depth of love and joy that comes with it. Goodnight, my sweet one.
Goodbye, my precious baby. What dreams you held in your tiny hand. What destinies awaited you. As you began your journey into life, you silently left us. Already, there was love between us, and now, there is unbearable sorrow. There will be no journey from womb to Earth. It was the heavens that called you. Fly away, my precious, fly away.
On gossamer wings.
Carol Dorman is a work-at-home mom from Sydney, Australia, and the publisher of Nurture the Nurturers ezine - "the ezine for every woman, everywhere." To subscribe, email 5016-subscribe@zinester.com. To request her FREE report titled: EARN $$ WHILE PROTECTING YOUR FAMILY, email bewell@freeautobot.com.
