|Photo by Chris, mom of Precious Angel Tricia Seymour. Love.|
Yesterday I was going through photographs of you, from when you were a tiny baby, a toddler, preschooler, up through age nine. In with the photographs were some of your drawings, your letters, books of stories. I found a lot of photographs I want to scan and post on this blog for you, once I get the scanner up and working again. I want to share with the world how adorable you were when you were little. I want to remind you of who you are.
Looking through these photographs and your drawings and writings, took me right back to the times and places where the photos were taken. But I want you to know that this was not an exercise in sadness for me. It was pure sweetness. Looking at your little face didn't make me cry. It made me smile. This is important, Michaela, because it is a confirmation of the fact that the beauty and joy you brought to my life cannot be diminished by what came after. The grief and sorrow and loss, they are their own thing. They are very real. But you ... your goodness, your light, your love, and my happiness in holding you, in watching you grow, in looking into the oceans of blue in your eyes, in seeing your sweet smile, the golden sunshine in your hair. That is what you are to me. The black hole of sorrow -- that is not you. All that is, is the absence of you.
And wherever you are, Michaela, you are still all those things to me. Wherever you have been, whatever you have done, whatever has been done to you -- those things matter not at all to who you are, to how much you are loved, to how much you are missed.
Today, Michaela, you are the age that I was when you were taken away from me. Do you have children, I wonder? Perhaps you do. Perhaps that is what holds you back from leaving where you are and coming home. If that is so, I understand. I remember when we watched the movie "Baby Boom," you told me that when you grew up you wanted to be just like me ... meaning to be a stay-at-home mom whose kids were the most important thing in the world. It's kind of unbelievable to me how long it takes me to grasp things sometimes, to understand what you might have been going through. I did an interview today for a television show on human trafficking for MSNBC, and I expressed my frustration over the thought that it might be possible that you see my blogs and yet you don't respond.
But perhaps that's wrong of me. If you are out there reading this blog, then I know that it must be a special kind of pain that keeps you from responding ... and it would be wrong of me to add to your pain with my own. So I just want you to know, if you don't feel you can come home because you have children you need to protect, I understand. Believe me, I understand. There is nothing I wouldn't have done or given up for you, and I know you would feel the same way about your own children.
I just do wish that if this is the case you would find a way to let me know you are okay. Comment on this blog. Ask me not to print it and I won't. Just tell me something the average blog reader would not know so that I will know it is you. And tell me how you are. Please.
My standard birthday greetings for friends is that they will have an awesome year, filled with love and laughter and happiness. That is what I wish for you as well, my sweet Michaela, wherever you are, a million times over.
I love you forever,
|Thank you so much to Thelma for the beautiful picture!|