Mama’s All-American Girl

Carrie Underwood’s song has been in my heart since Mother’s Day 2008.  I was on my way back from visiting my best friends, Janine and Jeffrey, in Massachusetts.  They burned Underwood’s album, Carnival Ride, saying I would love it.  That was an understatement.

I popped in the disc and headed back to NJ, with Little Sheldon in the back, sleeping from a long weekend with his best friend, Miranda.

Neither my hubby or I wanted to find out if the Bean-To-Be was a boy or girl.  And I hadn’t really been clear with which one the baby could be.  Until this song came on…

I heard the song, my heart was filled with butterflies, tears filled my eyes and I knew…I didn’t know, but my heart knew.

Fast forward 3 years later (almost to the day actually)…

I was driving up to MEDEK in New Milford and was in the mood for Little Miss Carrie.  Popped in the disc and relaxed into the 30 minute drive.

All-American Girl came on.  But now things were very different from 3 years before.

Duplications of 8p, brain disorder, low muscle tone, developmental delays, behavioral issues, hair pulling…Josephine.

My mind started racing about Josephine’s future.  Would she marry the high school football star?  Would she have a daughter of her own?

Tears welled up in my eyes, as they did in May 2008.  But these were not tears of joy.  These were tears of fears, tears of the unknown.  Tears of tomorrow’s possibilities.

Then I caught myself.

STOP!

Stop with the predictions.  Stop with the unknowns.

I looked at the little girl in my back seat of the 2008 Saturn Vue and relaxed knowing my girl is who she is…An All-American Girl.  Perfect in her own way.  Perfect as God made her.

Enjoy the song and think of Josephine while you listen.  It’s an amazing experience.