Dear Baby Hawley,
You'll soon learn that it's good to have friends. Today we had a ladies' tea at Agape. Our conversation revolved around the theme of encouragement. Many of us spoke about other ladies in our lives who encourage us. I talked about 'Miss Olson.' I hope you get to meet her one day. Miss Olson was my own kindergarten teacher and she has encouraged me throughout my life, even in times when we don't see or talk with each other. She has shared so much information and inspiration over the years, that memories of her and our times together will always encourage me.
I told the ladies at the tea about Miss Olson and about our conversation last summer where we reflected on how many different ways our lives have turned out very similar...moving to a new town to start teaching, teaching kindergarten, finding love (both of our husbands are 3-1/2 years older than us), hobbies we enjoy, the list goes on.
I saw Miss Olson and her family last week at Crystal's wedding. She was the first person to mention that she could tell you are on the way just by looking at me. (She's awfully excited, too!) As her family was getting ready to leave, she came to say goodbye and encouraged me in one way--she said that of all the ways our lives have turned out similar so far, there is one way we need to be different. I need to hold on to you for longer than she was able to hold on to her baby when she was pregnant. She said we need to make it past 29 weeks.
There's nothing that I should be worried about because you are growing and healthy and all looks good, but you know how I can worry about things. As I shared my story of Miss Olson at the tea, pregnancy emotions began to take over and I cried. I cried so much that I think most of the ladies there started to tear up. I have no reason to believe you won't make it past 29 weeks, but I worry about you. Just like I am excited, I am also worried. That's my job as your mom. I must worry and look out for you.
This letter isn't about being sad and worried, though. It's about friends. When I shared my story and cried, my friends surrounded me. We had kleenexes and hugs, a moment of silence while I cried, and then Rose said a prayer for you and me--a prayer of encouragement for good thoughts and good health in the coming months. I certainly felt better after sharing what I guess is a subconscious fear, and after letting my friends know how much I love you and care about you already. Every one of the ladies there today supported me and let me be me.
I pray that throughout your life you have friends like these who will always be there to encourage you in the things you do.
You'll soon learn that it's good to have friends. Today we had a ladies' tea at Agape. Our conversation revolved around the theme of encouragement. Many of us spoke about other ladies in our lives who encourage us. I talked about 'Miss Olson.' I hope you get to meet her one day. Miss Olson was my own kindergarten teacher and she has encouraged me throughout my life, even in times when we don't see or talk with each other. She has shared so much information and inspiration over the years, that memories of her and our times together will always encourage me.
I told the ladies at the tea about Miss Olson and about our conversation last summer where we reflected on how many different ways our lives have turned out very similar...moving to a new town to start teaching, teaching kindergarten, finding love (both of our husbands are 3-1/2 years older than us), hobbies we enjoy, the list goes on.
I saw Miss Olson and her family last week at Crystal's wedding. She was the first person to mention that she could tell you are on the way just by looking at me. (She's awfully excited, too!) As her family was getting ready to leave, she came to say goodbye and encouraged me in one way--she said that of all the ways our lives have turned out similar so far, there is one way we need to be different. I need to hold on to you for longer than she was able to hold on to her baby when she was pregnant. She said we need to make it past 29 weeks.
There's nothing that I should be worried about because you are growing and healthy and all looks good, but you know how I can worry about things. As I shared my story of Miss Olson at the tea, pregnancy emotions began to take over and I cried. I cried so much that I think most of the ladies there started to tear up. I have no reason to believe you won't make it past 29 weeks, but I worry about you. Just like I am excited, I am also worried. That's my job as your mom. I must worry and look out for you.
This letter isn't about being sad and worried, though. It's about friends. When I shared my story and cried, my friends surrounded me. We had kleenexes and hugs, a moment of silence while I cried, and then Rose said a prayer for you and me--a prayer of encouragement for good thoughts and good health in the coming months. I certainly felt better after sharing what I guess is a subconscious fear, and after letting my friends know how much I love you and care about you already. Every one of the ladies there today supported me and let me be me.
I pray that throughout your life you have friends like these who will always be there to encourage you in the things you do.
