Six years ago today, they laid a beautiful baby girl in my arms. Zoe was already pretty (so said the pediatrician, “and I’m not just saying that”), and she looked into my eyes with those beautiful, soulful brown eyes. I always remember, Chris felt sick after the delivery and went to the ER, and the nurse disappeared for what felt like an hour. She and I bonded in a way I never had the chance to do during Amelia’s first few hours of life. Maybe that, and not just her disability, is why she still has a soft spot for me even when she was little, even when she is very upset.
Yea, it’s been a challenge, but this little, she was meant to be. She’s not here for me, for my growth, she’s here because God put her here. I totally believe she was meant to be, for a whole host of reasons, and that there’s something very unique awaiting her future.
Being her mom, though, I’ve learned a lot. She taught me to enjoy the silence, instead of constantly trying to fill it. I’ve learned to think outside the box to find solutions for her. I’ve learned that I’m stronger than I thought, and that God is million times stronger than that when I’m weak. I’ve learned a level of acceptance that I didn’t think possible, and that love is stronger than both resistance and resentment.
I wish I could doubt that life won’t be more difficult on her than on your average girl or woman, but neither do I doubt that this family with God’s guidance can show her how to meet that challenge and be her own version of Wonder Woman.
Love you baby! Happy 6th birthday, my sweetie.