My niece has decided to bring a little soul into this cruel and unstable world. My mother called and announced, “I’m going to be a great-grandmother.” My stomach caved and I inevitably knew it was her. And it was.
Disappointed and deceived yet again. Where was the girl that I knew merely a year and a half ago? The one who verbally renounced having any baggage that may deem her similar to her mother? I can’t fathom whether I was truly hoodwinked or perhaps my experience never occurred at all...
How do I proceed? As I normally do, of course. There’s no reason to meddle with a new story of mistakes and sorrow. I pray this little soul doesn’t have to endure those inherent consequences, but history is bound to repeat if it’s not corrected.
May her soul be so beautiful that it opens the eyes of those around her. That her little heart can pound a new path in their sad ways. May she recollect every missing piece and showcase why everything matters. This little love has quite the job and she’s not even here yet.
Blessings to a child I’ll never know.