Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Sweetest Words

(Children mentioned herein. Just cherishing some of the special moments.)

On Christmas Day, Petite woke us at about 7:45 a.m.. She had initially forgotten the hype and hubbub of Christmas and wanted to snuggle with Mommy and Daddy in our bed for awhile. We were more than happy to oblige.

When we came to our senses and realized that so many gifts were out in our living room, waiting to be opened and that we had people to thank for these lovely gifts, as they were calling later in the day, I gently reminded Petite about the tree and presents.

"Santa come?" She asked. "Yes," I replied, "Santa came and left some presents." That was it. She was eager to get a move on with her day and hopped down off the bed as quickly as possible for a two-year old.

I'll spare you the crazy details of frantic unwrapping, delight at the new gifts, and fun that ensued at our house. The day went well. Everyone had a lovely mid-afternoon rest when Petite had her nap. I spoke to most of my family members to thank them for being so very thoughtful. I thanked Hubby for having given me a raclette (which I have wanted for about 12 years to replace another one that went elsewhere). My girlfriend gave me a beautiful stainless steel electric kettle; again, something I've wanted for awhile. The turkey dinner was delicious and the wine that accompanied it went down nicely, as did the rum pudding dessert! YUM!

But the best, the absolute sweetest moment I want to remember is the following:

As I said goodnight to Petite on Christmas night, she was clinging to her new Iggle Piggle and Upsy Daisy dolls, snuggling under her comforter. I leaned down, brushed my hand gently on her hair a few times, as I do every night, and I kissed her.

"Good night my sweet baby girl. I love you."

"Love you Mommy."

"Merry Christmas my darling girl."

"Merry Kismas Mommy."

Tears rolled down my face. Never were sweeter words spoken.

When you stop and think about it, these are the moments IFers want. Nothing huge. Nothing incredible (except that it kind of is, in my view). Not the overwhelming moments. IFers want a regular life. They want the quiet, everyday moments of snuggling with their children. Of kissing them goodnight. Of taking them to the park and playdates. Of showing them the world. Of teaching them kindness and respect. Of showing them love.

And if they're lucky, to receive love like this in return. For nothing is more beautiful.

At Christmas, I wish for all of us to be so blessed and find the path that will bring us to the realization of our dreams of building a family. May 2012 bring this to you, if you are still searching. It took us almost 7 years to find our path and go from our first "try" to having a baby in our arms. I pray to God that each of us, each of YOU, are able to have that as well... and with luck, well before 7 years passes!

Much love, now and always,


Sandra & Edward said...

Very sweet, and very true. I cried my way through the Christmas Eve service at church, hiding behind Evelyn so the ILs wouldn't see my tears. I'm not even Christian, but THAT is the moment I've waited for through all those years of disappointment, grief and loss. Sitting in church, amongst family on Christmas Eve, cuddling one of the babies while singing "Away in a Manger" - my favourite hymn since I was a child. That one simple moment brought up SO much emotion... memories of the years passed when I couldn't choke out the words because of the pain in my heart, and this year, when profound gratitude, joy and humility overwhelmed me.

We are so blessed. My love to you, D and Petite for the coming year!

loribeth said...

I am so glad for you. : ) Merry Christmas!