The Miracle Of Love . . . .

Nearly a year ago, out of the dark days of COVID, a miracle was born. It moved me to tears in so many ways. A little girl named Penelope came into the world. She was born out of love from two wonderful people I cherish.

Her family was jubilant upon her arrival. The life Penelope was born in to will be one of pony rides, tea parties, laughter, and privilege. She will never know hunger or standing on a food line waiting for a meal. There will be sunshine and rainbows throughout her childhood. If I am lucky, I will get to watch Penelope grow just as I did her wonderful mother.

My friend witnessed the birth of her beloved granddaughter. Life had come full circle. With her first breath, a new chapter between Penelope and her grandparents had begun.

Unlike Penelope, I was raised by my beloved grandparents. I loved them more than life itself. They rescued me from two people who never should have married and had a child.

My early childhood after age 4 was like the one Penelope was born in to. There were birthday parties and a white mink jacket made to match my grandmothers. I had the best education and endless devotion. I was their child. There was unconditional love and support. They shaped me into the person I am today.

They rescued me from my birth parents who divorced when I was 4 years old. Neither one was capable of being a parent. I wouldn’t have chosen either of them.

There are children who live in homes where they suffer mental and physical abuse. They yearn for the miracle of love. There are also children in foster homes longing to be part of a family. My early childhood made me a survivor. I can’t fathom what my life would have been like if I hadn’t been rescued by my grandparents.

If we are fortunate to be raised by two loving parents like Penelope’s and my grandparents, the world becomes one of endless possibilities. May all children experience life’s magic and promise.

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