The week of Teale’s birth seems to put me in a funk. Grief… How I wish I could just be done with it. I’m not.
If I had insisted she be born asap via cesarean, would she be fine? I’ve said it all, it hurts, then it passes and creeps back up on me again. Twenty three, how has it been 23 years, since the night, that changed everything?
In her 23 years, Teale has taught me much about people. Being her Mom puts me in the unique position of seeing the hearts of others, through her eyes. When I’m out with her, I can quickly read who is comfortable and who is not. The respect others show my daughter, can make or break, my desire, to get to know you. She’s literally a barometer of a compassionate heart. I have learned to trust her, but I have also learned, people can “come around.” Teale can warm a heart, I thought was cold. She can teach compassion, care and mutual respect. Having Teale in your life, is seeing the world through a pure heart. She doesn’t discriminate by looks, age, education or status, she is genuine in her response to others. I believe Teale can read uncertainty and fear in others. She knows she is different from typical 23 year olds. Her differences, made by God, are perfection.
When Teale is happy, there is no greater joy. So as 23 approaches, may I be able to just celebrate the woman Teale has become. Happy Birthday to my wonderful daughter, you are so very loved.
