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    • To the Woman Who Offered Me Her Womb

      Posted at 1:23 pm by Dani, on May 9, 2015

      Everything remembers something. The rock, its fiery bed,
      cooling and fissuring into cracked pieces, the rub
      of watery fingers along its edge.

      The cloud remembers being elephant, camel, giraffe,
      remembers being a veil over the face of the sun,
      gathering itself together for the fall.

      The turtle remembers the sea, sliding over and under
      its belly, remembers legs like wings, escaping down
      the sand under the beaks of savage birds.

      The tree remembers the story of each ring, the years
      of drought, the floods, the way things came
      walking slowly towards it long ago.

      And the skin remembers its scars, and the bone aches
      where it was broken. The feet remember the dance,
      and the arms remember lifting up the child.

      The heart remembers everything it loved and gave away,
      everything it lost and found again, and everyone
      it loved, the heart cannot forget.

      “What the Heart Cannot Forget” by Joyce Sutphen

      Image via http://charissagrace.wordpress.com/

      Image via https://charissagrace.wordpress.com/

      I remember you: meek, friendly, heart dripping stars. We were friends, but not close friends. We were the kind that said “hey” in the halls and wrote “you’re a sweetheart” and “call me this summer” in that year’s yearbook, but never called.

      I hadn’t heard from you in over 20 years when we became friends on social media. And we were “friends” in the way it often dictates: the one where you don’t necessarily talk or share, but have access to another’s life, just in case you really want it.

      I’d thought of you off and on, especially when I’d see photos or updates roll past my feed, and then one day you reached out.

      I remembered thinking it was likely a message sprinkled with nostalgia and perhaps a bit of regret–the kind that comes from losing touch–but what I found was this:

      I am not sure where you are in life but I just wanted to reach out to you with an offer. I have thought a lot about this in the past 2 1/2 years since my family has been complete. I am looking into the process of being a surrogate/ gestational carrier for someone. I have done research on several agencies but I am somewhat reluctant to go through an agency because often times they charge the hopeful family a large amount of money for the service. I am not interested in profiting at all from this, I only want to help out. God has blessed me with smooth, uncomplicated pregnancies and I have never suffered a loss. I carried twins until 36 weeks, 4 days and they had no NICU time. I would be willing to carry multiples again. I have followed your blog and I cannot seem to get you or your struggle and pain out of my head. Having a family was a number one priority for me and I cannot imagine what you have gone through. I am very sorry if this offer is coming at a bad time and I completely understand if you are not interested but I just thought I would offer since I will most likely continue to search for a hopeful family in need of help if you are not interested. I feel like we have one chance in this life to make a difference and help others and this is one way I could help someone.
      God Bless.

      There was nothing to do but cry.

      There have been moments when, in blistering heat, I haven’t been offered a sip of water. There have been moments when, in complete and utter despair, an embrace has been withheld. There have been moments when those I love have asked that I never consider them a bodily ally against infertility and pregnancy loss. That I never consider them surrogates of body or spirit.

      And then there’s you, offering nearly a complete stranger your womb. And what is it you ask in return??

      Nothing.

      My heart still hangs on the moon of that evening, grateful that people like you exist…grateful to know people like you exist. And tiny words like Thank you? They’re insufficient.

      I know that.

      So what do you say to a woman who offered to place your heart in hers?

      What can you say?

      What can I say?

      I can tell you that I will be honoring you, and all those with like hearts, this Mother’s Day and everyday.

      It’s women like you–whether through surrogacy or adoption–who give the gift of motherhood to those who would otherwise remain childless.

      It’s women like you who give us hope.

      It’s women like you who remind us that a child doesn’t have to pass through us to be born of us.

      It’s women like you who embody Grace and prove that we are each other’s keepers.

      It’s women like you who allow us a chance to cloak ourselves in midnight and miracles and step onto the magically tragic, heartrendingly surreal, life-altering ride that is parenthood.

      It’s women like you.

      Posted in Motherhood, Surrogacy | 53 Comments | Tagged Childbearing, Empathy, Fertility, friendship, loss, Mother's Day, Risk
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