Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Before Vickie announced to my Mom and I that she was pregnant I had a bit of an idea that she might be but, of course, never said anything to her about it. Not really because I didn't want to pressure her but more because I felt like if I said the words out loud the whole thing would break. I was afraid it wouldn't be true. I just wanted to hope that it was. It was fun to have the excitement of the possibility and I didn't want to ruin that even if she really wasn't pregnant.
The possibility of Vickie having a baby turned into the definite fact that Vickie was having a baby. Given my battle with OCD I was so nervous throughout the remaining time of her first trimester. There was so much at stake that I thought about how excited I was but I didn't let it fully encompass me. On Thanksgiving when she told everyone there were tears and smiles and mostly just so much happiness about the little baby to come. My Aunt Peggy said a blessing before the dinner and she said prayed for Vickie's healthy pregnancy and for a healthy baby. And my favorite part, "Lord, it doesn't matter boy or girl, just make the baby healthy and strong". I remember thinking, "I am sure it's a boy". (Even though the Chinese calendar said girl).
It's funny though because Peggy made it be known that it was a girl. When my Mom told her that Vickie and Paul were considering Oliver as a name for a boy my Aunt immediately said "Olivia". A girl was definitely on the agenda. But I kept thinking, "I bet it's a boy".
Of course, a girl, Vickie's baby had to be a girl. It makes sense. There are so many strong women with waiting, open arms to love her and to show her how to be a strong woman.
We need another girl. Someone to teach us that at the end of every night there is morning and after gray skies the blue ones always come again. A daughter for my strong, straight-forward sister to love and teach. A granddaughter for my Mom to share her wisdom and unconditional love with. A niece for me to spoil and play with, and take to Disneyland, and dance with.
Such a sweet reward and such an answer to prayers.
July can't come soon enough.