When she was a young girl she would always write the name Elisabeth after her own. On all her school papers. Anywhere she signed her name she would include` Elisabeth` after hers. She said,” I knew one day I would have my Elisabeth.”
When she was old enough to marry. She followed my father to the states where they settled and began their family.My brother was the first born and my sister arrived a year and a half later. Being a girl she assumed she was going to be given that name, but when she saw her, for some reason or another couldn’t name her Elisabeth…My sister was a beautiful child and was given a very sweet name that fit her well. At that point they had their boy and girl and thought they were finished having children.
Something kept stirring within my mother about this Elisabeth.
Then finally, 5 1/2yrs later she got pregnant again and knew without a doubt this was going to be Elisabeth. Which it was... Me…. This made me feel special, at the same time it has burden me all my life. It has put pressure on me, given me the feeling that I suppose to do something BIG!.........
What that is?.... I don’t know...
Maybe it just proves to us that there is so much more to this life then we can even imagine. Maybe my mother and I have been together before in another life. Shared a promise between us to always be together.
Well, one thing I do know for sure is that it has set me on a path of discovery. A search for meaning. A desire to be good and do more. As I’m writing this I think I’m coming to realize something. That maybe I shouldn’t look at it as a burden but rather considerate it a Gift! That’s how I will look at it from now on. The choice is mine, right? Thank you mom for giving me life and a sense of purpose! My love for you is ETERNAL!