A
Letter to My Unborn Daughter
Hi, Sweetie!
I’m
your mama. My name is Melina Valentina
Rossetti Rosemont. I’m thirty-three
years old. I’m a geneticist at the
Harborton University Hospital. I work in
the Lab. I am of Italian descent and a
married an Englishman, the brilliant and handsome Dr. Ethan John Rosemont, who
is a thirty-one year old English Literature professor at Harborton University. We say the alphabet threw us together,
because Harborton University insisted on us sitting alphabetically at all
university meetings. I hope you inherit
his thick, gorgeous, blonde wavy hair and tallness and my brown eyes and sense
of humor.
And I
have a very serious heart condition.
They say it needs attention yesterday.
But others in my family had the same condition and had full, productive,
long lives without submitting to the knife.
So there is a very real
possibility, honey, that while you’re on your way into the world, I’m on my way
out. But this is my choice. Today all we talk about is choice, but
usually the choice is to choose not to carry to full term. That is not the choice I am making. I choose to do this. I choose you.
Now,
there are a few things I’ve learned along the way to this point in my life, and
although I completely give you permission to make your own mistakes, you might
want to avoid some of the same ones I made and make a few new and interesting
ones of your own!
So,
consider this a recipe book. Yes, I’m
going to include some of our favorite family recipes. But it’s also a recipe for living, for a full
and happy life.
1. It doesn’t matter what others think of
you. It matters what YOU think of you. Wow!
If I had only figured this one out earlier! I spent all of my high school and half of my college
years trying to fit into a mold that – just didn’t fit me.
2. Don’t let anyone tell you that you CAN’T do
something, even Ethan Rosemont, your father, unless it’s a safety issue, like
running with pointy scissors. Then you
should listen to him.
3. Love comes in all sizes, shapes, and
colors. Don’t overlook potential best
friends or lovers because they are different.
Your father’s grandma didn’t like Italians. She missed out on knowing and loving a lot of
wonderful people with such closed vision.
And a whole lot of great dinner invitations and Christmas eves with the
thirteen kinds of fishes, and...
