When Samuel's asleep and the day is done I see my child growing before my eyes and it is hard to accept. He feels like a limb or an organ of my body because at one point he was. I feel my whole life has become him and even when I may want pieces of my old life, I can't bear the thought of his life being separate from my own. I have been defined by his birth and I will never be the same again.
The beginning of this "motherhood" has connected me even more to my past mothers, past fathers and all that has lived before so that Samuel could be here. Family history is the history of our lives before we were here. The past creates the complete story, and I really love stories.
Living in the midwest has given me the opportunity to visit the places where some of my family raised their children. In the rolling hills of Indiana I've been able to see the small baptist church where my great-great grandfather was named after the preacher, the streets of the one stoplight town, the site where my great-great grandfather owned a shop and made his living. They have become a memory for me today, they have become real.
I love to discover Samuel's family, my husband's side of the family and how it all comes together to make this uniquely special individual. Stories of faith are recorded and passed down through FamilySearch.org where I can go on for hours and never tire of what I discover. It has given me great hope to know that one day our story -the little family of 3 in Chicago- may be that testimony of faith for someone else. So today, this picture of Samuel is a new story to add to the others, a memory for someone to find and to cherish, and a piece of me and my story forever.
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