The -M-PowerMen are featuring this contribution from an anonymous woman as a tribute to Motherhood. Though the author wishes to remain anonymous at this time. Eventually more information may be revealed regarding this true story.
What?! A second Pink Line???!!! NO WAY!!! I Saw it, and I collapsed, balling like a baby.
Why? My heart had yearned for this as I worked with 3 other pregnant women at the office.
It was the awareness of the responsibility. Not so much the physical aspect, but the spiritual.
There was not just a second pink line, but there was another life being announced. A little helpless life, completely dependent on me already.
His life was in me, in my hands, along with the responsibility for his mind and soul.
I was not much more than a kid still myself, still in college, working hard to make ends meet, but a new life was in me.
And that new little life brought with him a glow that would grow within me,
As if he held the spark of new purpose, new hope and meaning that would kindle into a bright flame,
Bringing out the best in me, that otherwise could not have been.
I knew I would give my life for him, I was so serious about giving my baby my best
That it wasn’t readily apparent to me at first that my best came from him.
At 16 weeks, I could not only feel but also clearly see his long legs kicking, animating my abdomen
And I could feel him celebrating my graduation day with me marking exactly 20 weeks of pregnancy.
From him came the self discipline of being careful about everything that entered my body for his sake.
From him came a new pain tolerance and strength as I refused pain medication at birth for his sake.
I was acutely aware of the sanctity of human life,
And I considered it the greatest honor and privilege to bear the gift of a child in my body.
Once I cried in joy, overwhelmed at the realization of how greatly blessed this baby boy’s life would be.
I wondered what it would be like to look into his eyes for the first time
And to see him taking me in, learning who this woman was, whom God had put him at the mercy of.
As I held that infant close to my skin for the first time, I whispered to him “I’m your mommy.”
“I get to take care of you and be good to you.
I love you, I always will.”
But the moment before I first saw his face I also saw a thousand fathoms into the future.
A glimpse of his handsome face as a strong young man looking at me tenderly with love.
Whether he was bidding me goodbye or hello, I know not,
but I know that I witnessed the love of a man for the woman who bore him and devoted her life to him.
That second pink line was long gone,
but there remained a second life literally in my hands.
And as I held his infant hand, marveling at those miniature fingers, I changed.
As his tiny fist grew, so did I, thanks to his holding my hand.
Those sleepless nights of holding, feeding, and comforting made me a better person.
The messes and care of the high maintenance years made my life real and my days worth gold.
But nothing can compare to the courage that his tiny little hand placed in my heart.
I would do anything to be the best mommy for him.
I knew I could die a painful death if I had to for his sake. He was my baby. He always will be.
Because of him, I became a woman that no one would ever want to mess with.
I became a woman who dared not only to dream dreams but to then make them reality.
Losing sleep or comfort mattered not anymore, I had already given that up.
As my arms held him throughout the years, they grew stronger,
And as his weight and speed increased, my strength and sharpness mounted.
He was always with me, on my hip or by my side.
Sometimes I felt like a kid raising a kid.
No artist could ever portray the love of child & mother who are close & precious to each other.
My best friend, my baby, my Love; Great gift from my God.
And he knew when I was pregnant again before I ever knew,
As that tiny little toddler man, still unable to speak well,
Communicated to me that he knew there was another new life within me,
Clearly demonstrating his adoration for his microscopic sibling inside.
Another comrade, a companion had been given to us…
and soon I saw the second pink line again.
And with every act of love that I gave, my heart grew; with every trial and joy it became broader.
With every tear that I wiped away for them, my heart became deeper,
And as I comforted them, they comforted me.
With his little fists he would pick flowers and proudly bring them to me; an honor he continues to this day.
But I will always cherish the memories of his sweet, vulnerable baby years,
Leading to that unspoken trust, a trust that could never dare be broken.
And with every second pink line that appeared,
As the number was added to, the closer we all became.
And after each new baby was born, I became more determined, and consequently more physically fit.
And with each new baby, that glow of vivacity became brighter and my drive in life more profound.
There was another needy little one, and each one of us wanted to hold, love, and care for him or her.
And our hearts grew in courage together.
As the years passed on, together we shared trials, joys, celebrations, and accomplishments.
Nothing can compare to the enchanting small voice “I love you mommy,” or “Mommy, you an angel,”
And the enamoring touch of angelic hands caressing in soothing comfort,
Sweeping all worries and fears away like the wind. I’ve got all that matters here: Them…
And I have to be strong for them.
And as I “grew up” with them, I somehow became younger or at least younger at heart.
Together we weathered the difficulties, including divorce,
Through which my eldest son “manned-up” and acted as my “protector.”
And as I held them, they held me, and we became stronger together.
The challenges led to greater love, which increased our faith, which caused new hope,
And gave birth to new courage, one that otherwise would not have been possible.
The days passed, and soon my firstborn son was standing in a tux as best man at my wedding.
I became a woman who played football in high heels, basketball in my driveway,
And I still have an excuse to do cartwheels in my yard and dance after dinner, because of them.
And it cuts like a knife when I hear women blame their kids for wrinkles, gray hair, and weight.
For my kids have kept me young, made me strong, inspired me to be fit, and are a crowning glory.
And for those who say they can’t afford to have their baby, or that they are afraid, fear is a call to courage,
And I attest that many times, for their sake, the Lord mercifully gave to me bounty that I did not deserve.
Bonded tightly together in God, we became a team dedicated to rising above.
And from our love for family and God, phenomenal dreams were born, all linked together.
Taking the journey to achieve great things can be long and hard.
And as I stare at his hands, seeing they are no longer little, I look up and realize
I am looking into the face of the young man that I saw at his birth.
He is my forever friend, now giving me his hand, helping to hold me up when I’m weary.
And he knows that I will always be there for him, next to him, when he needs me,
Encouraging him to give life his best, giving back to him that added life, that glow that he brought to me.
I became strong because of them. I am who I am because of them.
I smiled, laughed, and prayed thousands of times more than I would have, thanks to them.
Because of them, I care more. Because of them, courage was born,
A courage that together is greater than the courage in each individual heart.
Scratch my education and professional experience from my profile, forget the businesses I founded.
Delete CEO from my title, and inscribe one word… “MOTHER,” an honor that I am unworthy of.
The day that I first saw that second pink line was not only a day dedicated to protecting the unborn,
But was a day that something great was announced:
Not just a new life, but a new heart, with a new spirit,
Which, by embracing with love, no matter what, can birth courage for our country and the world.
The indelible bond of mother and child cannot be removed. It is forever.
Even though a woman may choose to destroy that life within her, it doesn’t change or delete the reality.
That child’s life was entrusted as a gift to her, in her body, in her hands,
Not to be an endless burden, or a gaping wound unable to heal, creating a forever loss.
But that life is given to be the one that keeps you forever young and most richly blessed… with the heart of a champion.
Your choice is what you are going to be for that child… a life giver, or a life… …you decide.
It’s your choice.
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