You'll Call Her Mommy

Happy Mother's Day!

I am truly blessed to not only have a wonderful mom 

but to have found many, many surrogate moms 

to enrich my life and help me along the way. 

I'm also incredibly blessed to be a mom to three beautiful children.

When our youngest was about to be born, my friend Rhonda gave me a copy of this poem and I cried like a baby. I thought at the time that it was just because my hormones were all out of whack, but I came across it on video this morning and the tears came again. 

If you're up to it, watch Little Angel {here}.

Since then, I've given it out to many other moms

 and today I share it with you.

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Little Angel

Once upon a time, there was a baby ready to be born.

So one day the child asked God, “They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there, being so small and helpless?”

God said, “Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and she will take care of you.”

The child said, “But tell me, here in Heaven, I don’t do anything else but sing and smile. That’s enough for me to be happy.”

“Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel’s love and be happy.”

“And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don’t know the language that men talk?”

“Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.”

“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”

“Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”

“I’ve heard that on earth there are bad men.  Who will protect me?”

“Your angel will defend you, even if it means risking her life.”

“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore.”

“Your angel will always talk about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.”

At that moment, there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the little child in a hurry asked softly, “Oh, God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel’s name.”

God said, “Your angel’s name is of no importance. You’ll call her mommy.”

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 NOTE: The copy that I received did not have an author's name, so if you know who wrote this heartwarming piece, please pass his/her name along so that I can properly credit it.