Reflections & Stories

Every mother has a story, every story has a beginning. This is forty-two weeks in the making-and a lifetime in the living. When I first saw you, it wasn’t a wow moment. It wasn’t like in the movies where the doctor hands over the baby and exclaims, “Congratulations, you have a beautiful, bouncing baby boy!” That cinematic image was far from my reality. I didn’t get to hold you right away, to welcome you into the world. My heart was simply grateful because you were alive. You

They saw her struggles. She saw her strength. The making of her is a journey of courage, resilience, and triumph. Her mother had three husbands, three men who fathered her children .What a way to start a story. Nonetheless, it’s not really a sad story. From the first came a son, from the second two middle children, and from the third her youngest daughter. The youngest kid, Ariah,was seen as a bit slow back then, at least by our school's standards. During her junior years in