Wednesday, August 25, 2010

To my future babies...

I think about you often, whoever you are. I think about the situations you might be going through right now and the confusion you are undoubtedly experiencing. I dream about your hugs and kisses, your laughs, smiles...but I dread your tears, hurt, rejection, emotional and physical pain. I dread it because I can't fix it. I can only alleviate it, or try to at least. I dread it because I'll love you in your own special way and even though we'll have just met my mama bear instincts will want to protect you from that pain continuing. I'll try my hardest to help you make new memories, good ones that won't be able to replace the bad but we'll make enough to outnumber them. You may never call me mom, you may never actually legally be my child but you'll remember me. Your "Kari" even if it was just for a little bit. I'll certainly remember you.

1 comment:

  1. I am so proud to call you my sister... Love you. Mean it.