Or: A week of amazingly amazing news
Today I strongly urge you to go and visit CubbieGirl and congratulate her. Would you like to know why? Because she recently became a mother.
CG has had a run of bad luck. She is an abuse survivor. She joined the military, only to injure herself and have her COs insist she do things that exacerbate that injury. When she got out she had to settle somewhere she didn’t really want to. She had a failed first marriage, a few years of unexplained infertility, and she had to re-do her adoption/foster papers when she left the military and moved and that set her back years. She’s only 25 years old. That’s a lot of shit for a short 25 years.
Throughout everything, there’s one thing that CG knew and clung to; she wanted to be a mother. Without a doubt, with or without a husband, she wanted to be a mother just as soon as possible.
At her site you can read about the insanity she went through to get there, but this past week her dream came true. Her little girl is 9 years old and has already decided to call CG “mom”.
Yesterday, Cubbie Daughter called to tell her that she had gotten sunburned last week and was peeling on the outside of her buttcheek, and to talk about Brittany Spears’ boob job and what that would mean with respect to Brittany’s breastfeeding choices.
I just got home from my visitation with my daughter, C. I have so much to say, a registry to share, and all, but I am going through pictures so for now I’ll leave you with a story by my darling little girl.
C: “Mom, do you know that Brittany Spears is pregnant?”
Me: “Yup”
C: “Well she has plastic boobs. And you know how when babies are born they can’t drink from a bottle yet?? And they have to drink from the “you know”. Well, Brittany has plastic boobs! So her first baby can’t drink from them and neither can her second baby! But her third baby can.”
Me: “Oh wow. I didn’t know that. Where do you learn all that?”
C: “I study a lot.”
Two nights ago she also called and asked CG why she couldn’t come home right away. That’s right, CG’s daughter called her to ask to come home. She said, “Mom, I want to come home”.
If that doesn’t put a huge, welling lump in your throat then you are dead to me.
For a little while I couldn’t even go to CG’s website, because it was so amazing and so wonderful that it was like when your favorite team is winning the superbowl against all the odds. You just have to leave the room for a while because it’s too overwhelming to take in. And you’re convinced that if you watch it, you’ll jinx it. So you hop from one foot to the other in the kitchen while downing a beer and trying not to think about it with the worry that it might suddenly disappear.
But it hasn’t gone anywhere. CG will be bringing her daughter home. If you are interested, she’s registered, just like you would for any new baby, and the links are on her page.
I am overwhelmed and delighted and deeply in love with the CG/CD family. I hope they have years ahead of them full of love and happiness and security in this horrible and insecure world. They both deserve at least that much.
One of the biggest things I take away from CG’s story is how fulfilling it is to be a parent. There are a thousand ways to get there, and at the end of each one, when the baby is yours, no matter what age, that love bomb hits and you are just as protective and joyful and worried and forever as everyone else.
Do you know what the difference is between how CG feels about CD and how I feel about Wallace?
There isn’t one.
And that has to be the greatest thing on the face of this planet.
What are miracles to agnostics? Proof.
Go congratulate the new family.
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