A mother loves with all her heart

Each year on this, my most favorite “holiday”, I write a bit about those in my life that I love. As I note in last year’s post, I am someone who lives life through my heart. I always have and reckon I always will. When pondering experiences that seemed to have passed me by in this go-round on planet Earth, at the top of that list is the experience of being someone’s mom. I just assumed I would, one day. It never entered my mind that it wouldn’t turn out that way. Interesting how we take things for granted, isn’t it?

Yet, as I look back on how things turned out for me, I see that I have been given a gift. A child you love more than anything is not always a child that comes from within one’s physical body. A child loved as deeply as I love Lauren could only come from my heart.

And so today, on this Valentine’s Day, I honor the amazing child I have been given to love in this lifetime. I thank Mother and Father God, all my angels, Archangel Michael, Archangel Raphael, Vy, Aradia and all my spirit guides for this gift. Oh yeah, and biggie ups to Cousin ‘O Love and her husband, without whom this child wouldn’t be here. I also honor them for having raised such a wonderful and loving woman.

Those who read these pages regularly (waves to Unc) know how I feel about Lauren. She’s a best friend, a cheerleader, a fellow word nerd, Eddie/Sedaris lover (not literally, of course) and an angel among us. This I know for sure (to quote Oprah).

When I sent the picture (below the fold) to Rose Rosetree, my teacher, friend and amazing face/aura reader, she had these comments:

Here’s proof that a baby need not come through one’s body in that rather undignified way. You couldn’t have a more Madonna and child picture. You’re encircling her with a combination of pride, caring, and protectiveness. Note the position of your upper hand. You’re not just holding. You’re shielding. She’s responding to your embrace with such trust (lower hand) and also a gentle, appreciative protectiveness (upper hand). No mixed messages here, either. Every significant indicator is tilted congruently: face, shoulders, hands, etc.

In other words, we just love each other to pieces!

So, happy V Day to my one and only child. I hope you feel better each and every day and that summer hurries up so we can sit in the sun, bake in the kitchen (yes, I will be your manslave) and wander the aisles at the K-Marts. I love you (as well you know).

“At Aunt Lisa’s house, we comb the hair on our legs!” We sure do, my little munchkin!