My child is one today. My child.
Exactly one year ago, I began a new journey in my life that I didn’t know would be so great and so fulfilling. The irony of motherhood is that it takes so much out of you, all day, every day, but it gives you so much more. Fulfillment. Purpose. Joy. Gratitude. Awe.
How long have I been dreaming about being a mommy? Possibly all my life. I mean, what would you call those days and nights I spent taking care of my plastic doll? I have told the story about how I was reluctant to even try to get pregnant because I was afraid. Now that Ada Verastic is here, I wish I had her sooner. But perhaps, she came exactly when she was supposed to come, and I was ready for her exactly when I was supposed to be ready for her – and not a moment sooner.
It really does feel like I just became a mommy. In fact, I remember the car accident I had that made me go to the hospital and get a blood test done. It feels like I just found out. And I can still feel all the feelings I felt that early morning when the nurse came into my stall at the emergency unit and said I was pregnant.
I know without a shadow of doubt that nothing Igwe and I did or have done has resulted in the conception and birth of this child. It has been all God. Today, I give you, Lord Jesus, all the glory and honor and adoration. And I know that not every woman wants or is ready for children, but to the women who have confided in me and told me about their fertility challenges, I join my faith to yours, and I look forward to celebrating your baby/babies with you.
At midnight today, Igwe and I knelt down and prayed over our baby. We tried to each hold one hand of hers, but she was not having it. She was sucking on two fingers from her left hand and she needed her right hand to support her left hand. And by the way, she was also fast asleep. So we just prayed over her and we thanked God, and we both cried. A lot. But they were all tears of joy.
To my daughter, Ada Verastic: I love you beyond my heart. You are more than everything I have ever dreamed of. You have changed my life and put me on a level I never imagined. Among many things, you have become my husband’s main chic and turned me into a side chic, all under my nose. And I am so grateful for it. You make me a better person. You make us so happy. Happy birthday, my love.
P.S. Igwe wrote this long letter to Ada Verastic that he wanted me to publish, but after reading it, I refused. It was too personal. The only thing that remained in the picture was a naked picture of him. Mba nu.
P.P.S. I took this picture of her less than a week ago. I tried to edit it on photoshop, but I didn’t do a perfect job. And yes, her beads are from Madam Sharp-Sharp.