The following is a guest post from Angie at The Creative Mama.
I’ll never forget the evening my mom came into my room to talk to me about becoming a big sister for the third time. I looked at her curiously - there was no baby within her. “Even better," she said. “This new sister is growing in my heart.”
I was twelve at the time, and remember the night she was born like it was yesterday. After months of attending pre-natal appointments with the birthmother, my own mom was there to help coach M. through labor.
I awoke groggy from sleeping in the waiting area and entered the room with trepidation and excitement. There, all bundled up in my mother’s arms was my baby sister, full of dark curly hair, and looking a bit gray from troubles with the birth.M. laid in her bed, most likely unaware of the depth of the gift she just handed over to us. I can’t imagine the feeling in her heart. As a mother myself now, I wonder what that must have been like for her. Making the choice she knew best for her baby, as much as it ached within.
Fifteen years later that tiny baby is a gorgeous teenager, full of spunk and a love for animals that I absolutely adore. She completed our family and joined us just as if she had been birthed by our mother.
Her life is precious and cherished. I’m so thankful for the gift M. gave us that early morning in September, many years ago.Though from different wombs we came, the connection we share is of sisterhood, of friendship, of love.
"Born not from our flesh, but born in our hearts, you were longed for and wanted and loved from the start."***Angie Warren is married to a baseball loving man, and mama to two little boys. She is the editor and founder of The Creative Mama, as well as a child photographer in the beautiful Bay Area, CA.***