I wrote this two years ago while on a business trip in Nicaragua. Just thought of retrieving it from my Facebook notes and reposting it since I'm now on Blogger. I was still engaged then and it was funny how I got an email from my former training manager, Osa, asking if I were already so homesick I had decided to write something like this. Now I'm married and in a few months, I'd rejoin my husband in South San Francisco and that's going to be, wait for it, permanent. Finally! Haha. Just a disclaimer & a spoiler, though the baby turns out to be a girl in this story, this repost is also to celebrate my continuing joyful hope of becoming a mom soon whether it's a Mini-Precious or a Mini-Sergs that He gives us. Again, Heavenly Father, thank you for inspiring me to write something like this.
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Somewhere in heaven, where the physical fate of babies are decided upon, a little angel carefully kneels down on a special and divine "looks" processing area...
Father God, thank you for giving me this opportunity to experience life on earth. Please always take care of my wonderful mommy and caring daddy. Guide them so they may always be loving and happy...
The little angel pauses and looks at a very white but comforting light as though listening for instructions...
MY DEAR CHILD, FIRST, DO YOU WANT TO BE A BOY OR A GIRL?
I want to be a girl, Father God. From what I saw in the magic well that zooms in on every movement of mommy, I saw how very fond she is of little girls. She's good to little boys, too. But I know that deep in her heart, she wants her little bestfriend - someone who will cook with her and who will play dress up with her. I can do that! I really want to do that!
BUT HOW ABOUT YOUR HUMAN FATHER, HAVE YOU CONSIDERED WHAT HE DESIRES?
Oh yes! Yes! I have. Daddy courted mommy with such a wonderful patience and up to now, even though they're about to get married and soon to have me, he acts as if he's still courting her! Daddy, too, has a sister and his mother is still alive. My soon-to-be auntie and grandmother are very pleased of daddy and how he treats women. Plus, it doesn't hurt, and I'm excited, that he, himself, wants to have a baby girl as his first child!!!
VERY WELL, MY DEAR. MY HEART IS VERY HAPPY. SO YOU SHALL BE A GIRL.
The little angel, still faceless, begins to be surrounded by a creamy texture of pink as the Blessed Mother showers "her" with white and pink rose petals.
Thank you, my Lord God! But... but... I am still faceless. I look at this mirror, given to me by those cherubims who assisted me at the lobby, and I still don't have features...
God smiles and chuckles softly at the never-annoying impatience that comes with a child's curiosity.
ON EARTH, MY SWEET ANGEL, YOUR MOTHER, WHO HAS A VERY CALM NATURE, AND YOUR FATHER, WHO IS VERY DISCIPLINED, WILL TEACH YOU THE VALUE AND VIRTUE THAT COMES WITH PATIENCE. FOR THIS I WILL GIVE YOU THIN, HEART-SHAPED LIPS, PATTERNED AFTER YOUR MOTHER'S, THAT SYMBOLIZE THE VERY THING THAT UNITES YOUR PARENTS - FAITH. FAITH IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP, FAITH IN GOD.
Hmm... patience. Patience... patience... I like that word!
The little angel proceeds again to utter "patience" for half a minute, feeling and indulging in the way her thin and small, heart-shaped lips easily touch to start forming the first sound of the word.
AND HOW ABOUT YOUR EYES, MY DEAR CHILD? I WILL LEAVE THAT TO YOU AS A CHOICE. THE EYES OF YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER DIFFER GREATLY IN SHAPE.
That's tough! Oh I so much love it when my dad smiles and laughs! His chinky eyes disappear and become arched lines whenever that happens! But since he, himself, likes mom's almond-shaped eyes, and wishes for me to have the same, I'd say, why not? Mommy's eyes are very pretty. They're like the well to her soul... like the well I love coming to every now and then to watch and laugh and weep at their every action.
YOU'RE VERY RIGHT. THE EYES ARE THE WELL TO ONE'S SOUL. AND SO YOU SHALL HAVE YOUR MOTHER'S EYES...
For the first time, the little angel slowly opens her eyes... at first peeking as though afraid of what she's going to see. Taking a long time in doing it, the smallest of cherubims, fairy-like in appearance, flies to either side of her head to gently lift her thick eyelashes as she gasps upon seeing how she now looks like.
ALMOND-SHAPED EYES LIKE YOUR MOMMY, WITH THICK EYELASHES COURTESY OF YOUR DADDY. NOW, HOW ABOUT THE NOSE?
The little angel crinkles her still invisible nose as though to express a fit of resignation. Again, God chuckles softly.
I KNOW, I KNOW. YOU DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE AS YOU LIKE NEITHER IN FULL. HOW ABOUT I TAKE YOUR DAD'S NOSE BRIDGE AND PUT IT THERE AND THE TIP OF YOUR MOM'S NOSE HERE... HMM... LET ME JUST ADJUST... AND THERE YOU GO!
Wow! It's perfect! It's not too high, or too low. Just enough for the sometimes cold environment where I'll be growing up!
REMEMBER IT'S UP TO YOU AND TO YOUR PARENTS TO MAKE SURE AND TAKE CARE THAT YOU DON'T CATCH COLDS WITH THAT CUTE LITTLE NOSE OF YOURS, MY ANGEL!
The little angel giggles as she observes how her button-like nose follows her thoughts. Thinking of crinkling her nose, her nose shrinks. Thinking of yawning, her small lips part as her nostrils enlarge.
Father God, how about my hair? I'm still bald! Mommy and daddy both have straight hair but dad's is thick. Then again... I don't want it too thick so mommy won't have a hard time combing my hair as I sleep in her arms. I don't want it too thin either so I can wear the type of hairstyle that mommy can only dream about when she was younger.
ALL RIGHT THEN, I SEE NO PROBLEM IN THAT. LET'S PUT A NICE SET OF ROOTS THAT'S NOT TOO THICK AND NOT TOO THIN UNDER THE SKIN OF YOUR HEAD.
I won't see them yet? But... I look like an alien!
BUT A CUTE ALIEN MY DEAR CHILD. REMEMBER... PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE... BUT SEE THAT SOFT PATCH ON TOP OF YOUR HEAD? CONSIDER THAT MY PROMISE THAT THEY'LL GROW SOON JUST AS I PROMISE YOU THAT LIFE WILL ALWAYS BE WONDERFUL FOR YOU.
With that said, the divine light disappears and the little angel, now a soon-to-be baby girl, gets a warm shower of liquified will, choice, joy, strength, intelligence and love. All the other details concerning her physical features are decided upon by her as she presses buttons that indicate her choice.
The light then disappears and all that can be seen are pairs of surgical gloves and hospital equipment.
CONGRATULATIONS, IT'S A GIRL.
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