Day Twenty-five December 19, 2017
Today I am thankful for my biological mother’s sacrifice.
After we watched “It’s A Wonderful Life” for the first time this season last night (we watch it multiple times each Christmas) I pondered the meaning in it. I wondered, as I often have during my life, if my sisters’ lives would have been better had I not been born.
My mother, who would have been seventy-seven today, made the decision to tell no one she was pregnant with her third child until she was five months into the pregnancy. Having had rheumatic fever as a child her heart was weakened and doctors had told her she would only have a 50/50 chance of surviving another birth.
So I thought about the difficulties losing their mother at such young ages (4 & not quite three) had caused my sisters. I thought about how I’ve been told my mother was the happiest she had ever been the last year if her life.
Would my sisters have been better off had I not been born? I’ll never answer that question. I just hope that the life my Mother gave me has made a difference to others along the way – to both family and friends.