Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Somewhere, One Mother Remembers
Today in China a mother, probably living somewhere in Jiangxi, remembered her daughter, born 8 years ago. She probably remember carrying her in her body, feeling each kick and roll. She probably remembered what is was like to feel the first sign of labor; and she probably was excited to meet her little baby when she finally arrived with one final push.
She probably felt soul-deep fear when she learned her baby hadn't been born with a perfectly healthy body, but for the next 7 1/2 months she did all she could to nurture her daughter as she desperately tried to find a doctor who could help her poor little baby. All the while, she nursed her baby, sustaining her life as best she could, and loved her baby, giving her a sense of safety and security despite her growing desperation and hopelessness. Her husband probably wept beside her as they watched their baby grow weaker and weaker. Finally, when it was apparent that what they had to offer wasn't enough, they brought their baby to the gate of the Social Welfare Institute and left her there.
How I wish I could somehow let them know that what they did worked. Their baby lived! What they gave her in those precious 7 1/2 months has helped her be one of the happiest children one can find.
In this case, their sacrifice gave their baby life.
I probably won't ever know the exact details of this time of my daughter's life, but I can see by my daughter's behavior and the note they left how much they loved her. I am so glad to know this with such certainty.