She knew, from the very first moment she held him. The small, helpless bundle she cradled so lovingly in her arms, the tiny little boy was so much more than a gift from above. She’d waited, so long, and with such heartbreak for this moment, and it was even better than she’d ever imagined.
And now they were finally together, she made the promise never to leave him. Not ever.
The sleepless nights spent nursing him were a joy, because she had lived the alternative – a full night’s sleep on an empty heart; a heart waiting to give so much love to the tiny person to whom she now belonged.
His first smile brought tears to her eyes- happy tears for a moment in time shared between just the two of them. A moment in time that would forever be locked away in her mummy box of treasured memories and later recalled with such clarity, that each time it was retrieved, it felt like the first time, again and again.
His first step, his first word, the first time he said, ‘I love you mummy’. The bond that had formed between them was one that could never be broken. All precious beyond words. Sacred moments.
She kissed away every little tear that rolled down his rounded cheeks, soothed away every scrape and bump with a special mummy kiss and a bandaid that restored a smile to his sweet little face and huge brown eyes.
She came running when he called out for her in the middle of the night, frightened by a bad dream. She held him in the safety of her arms until his breath slowed and he returned to slumber. Then she sat and watched over him as he slept; because she had promised never to leave him. Not ever.
His first day at school was a jumble of emotions. The pride at seeing him take his place in the world, and the fear of having to let him go.
At the end of the first day she wrapped her arms around him tightly, as if she could retrieve every moment of his day and store it in her heart for the next day, when they would again be apart.
She attended every school athletics carnival, swimming day, and award presentation. She spent hours sewing costumes for dress up days; every thread laced with love and gratitude for the gift she had been given.
She spent hours in the wind and the cold, cheering from the side-lines during football season, until her voice croaked, her pride swelling each time he got close to the ball.
During the relentless Australian summer, she would bake in the heat to watch him play cricket and give him a cool drink and piece of fruit at each break.
His first part time job – delivering news papers and milk before school. Her beautiful mummy heart bursting with pride at how responsible her son had grown up to be and at all the promise the future held for him. The excitement at what magical times lay ahead.
The first girlfriend, the first broken heart. A feeling of helplessness as her words and love gave no relief. His pain endured. It had to. She knew this, for him to learn, to grow, to mature. Her heart was heavy with the burden of this knowledge, but she knew that she too must endure this pain so that she could learn, and grow and mature into a mother of a teenage boy.
Then, the unthinkable happens. Her body is ravaged by an incurable disease. But she doesn’t think about herself. Her only thought is for her son.
She fights with all her strength to stay because there is still so much to do. So many memories to build. So many milestones yet to reach– graduating from school, the start of a career, falling in and out of love, a wedding day, and the most magical day of all, the birth of his own child – the grandchild that she would give anything to hold in her arms.
Within only a few short months, her body is broken. No matter how determined she is to stay, no matter the love between mother and son, it is not enough. The disease takes her life, and the boy’s life is changed – forever.
The years pass and the boy grows into a man. He achieves his professional dreams. He falls in and out of love. His wedding day is just as beautiful as his mother could ever have imagined.
He experiences the miracle of new life as he welcomes his own little boy into the world. The heavenly mother watches over the baby each night, as his chest rises and falls in time with each little breath.
She has not missed a single moment of her son’s life. Not one. She has been there for every milestone, every day of happiness, every day of sadness. She has watched, beaming with pride, as her son grew into the man she always knew he would be, because even death itself could not break the bond between a mother and her child.
She will continue to watch over him, and his family, because she is his mother and she promised him that she would never leave. Not ever. And one day, when it is his time to leave this life, she will once again wrap her arms around him and welcome him home.
Please, ladies, remember to get a pap smear and breast examination every two years. If your instinct tells you that something is wrong – please seek a second opinion.
In loving memory of all the Angel Mummies.