A Thrill of Hope
Oh, how I adore those four, simple words.
Powerful lyrics to a most beautiful song
& as I listen to ‘O Holy Night’ just one more time, again
I am taken back
… to Christmas mornings as a child …
A nudge,
wake up ! wake up !
The realization that yes, it’s TODAY.
Excited whispers.
Until …
until …
the ‘go ahead’ signal as Dad maneuvered the brightest of spotlights.
The giggles, the glee.
A thrill of hope.
&
… to the birth of my children …
PUSH !
You’re almost there.
Just a few more.
You’ve got this.
PUSH ! !
Until …
until …
that ever so sudden pause, a tiny, sacred wail and the glorious sound of a newborn’s cry.
Indescribable emotions.
Unbelievable joy.
A thrill of hope.
& yes,
… to my hardest reality thus far …
A panicked call,
that no no nooooo rush to the hospital
& those bargaining pleads of please
PLEASE.
Don’t leave me, Ma
Not now. I’m not ready. I can’t.
Unstoppable tears.
Goodbye.
Until …
until …
Slowly, steadily, quietly.
An awakened guidance,
a knowing,
a trust.
A thrill of hope.
Oh, how I adore those four, simple words.
🙂
