#1 Dark Haired, Dark Eyed, Baby Girl

Blue indicates the part of the story I am ready to read to Tumbelina.

This story starts with a dream.... But not really.  I guess the story starts when I was a little girl....

When I was a little girl my mother was really good friends with Grammie.  Grammie was taking care of two of her grandchildren and raising them like her own kids.  Unfortunately many of Grammie's grandchildren were adopted out through foster care, but these two, a girl and a boy, Grammie raised.  I grew up with Grammies adopted kids like they were my sister and brother....

But the story goes back even further then that...

Grammie had two adopted daughters.  Both were removed from their birth mothers care at a young age and adopted to Grammie.  Her two daughters were the same ages as my older sisters.  I saw them on and off at church, and they visited at my home sometimes.  Grammies adopted daughter #2 is the Tumbelinas birthmom.  Adopted daughter #1 is the mother of the two grandchildren Grammie raised....

fast forward a little...

Grammie is raising her grandchildren from daughter #1.  Because of health reason Grammies grandchildren lived with me as brother and sister off and on based on Grammies needs.  I remember the sorrow Grammie and her grandchildren felt whenever Daughter #1 or Daughter #2's had another child was taken by the state.

fast forward some more....

Call this month month V.  Angel is a young toddler.  I am delivering newspapers in the morning before Jeff leaves to work.  I start having recurring dreams about a dark haired dark eyed baby girl.  These dreams repeat over and over again.  At the end of each dream I find my longing for this girl increases more and more.  Finally one day I wake up, in tears, my arms and heart aching to hold this little baby girl.  I got up and delivered my newspappers while I pondered the dream.  This was the last dream....

An angel came to me and said "where is your baby?"

  Because I had been having these dreams of this dark haired dark eyed baby girl, I suspected the angel meant her.  "My baby?" I asked.

"Do you know your babies name?" the angel asked.  I was too ashamed to even answer that I did not.  The angel urged me to find my baby.  He said that she needed me, and I needed to find her.

I put Tina (my first daughter) in a wagon and started looking for my dark haired baby.  I looked a long time, all the time getting more and more worried that I could not find her.  All the time feeling more and more silly for not knowing I had a baby, for not knowing where my baby was, for not even knowing her name.  This time lengthened and went on until I was almost in a state of panic. I felt like years had passed.

Then I saw her, behind glass, in a sterile room, all alone, looking sad.  My young dark haired dark eyed girl.

 

Several workers in white, or angels in white brought her to me.  The first angel carrying her stepped forward. "Here is your daughter" he said "Her name is Tumbelina.  (Her real name is not being used on this blog for privacy) She wanted to come to earth so she could experience having a body.  But mostly she wanted to come to earth so she could feel your love.  Give her lots of love."  Then Angel then handed me a dark haired dark eyed little girl...

I was right, years had passed.  Oh why did so much time pass without me being there for her.  I hugged her tightly and vowed silently to make up for the lost time.  With tears streaming down my face I looked up and saw I was surrounded by smiling family members and friends.  My husband was resting his hand supportingly on my shoulder and our children were standing around us.  Holding my little girl, me and my little family walked away slowly....