Hello 58!

Back in March of this year, I wrote a little verse for a dear friend on the day of her baby boy’s birth.  This will always be a little gift to Beth and Eli… forever.  I know that each baby travels his or own journey to being born… thousands of years and thousand of miles and thousands of hopes and thoughts and dreams.  As parents, we wait for these babies to join us on our own journeys.  We wait with open hearts and open arms and dreams beyond dreams for these gifts of children.

Today is my birthday. Today I think of my Mom and my Dad as I begin the celebration of my birthday.  I wish I could remember that day… that October 6th day back in 1952… in Benton Harbor, Michigan.  My Mom has told me of that day… how it snowed the night before… and how my grandfather drove my Mom to the hospital in his pick-up truck… how my Dad was out-to-sea and had no way of knowing that I was almost here… and my brother was staying with my grandparents on their farm.  My Mom was alone that night and morning.  Then I came.

Of course, I don’t remember any of this.  I don’t remember much of anything up ’til about 3 years old.  I am lucky enough to have photographs to remember… old black & white ones… in my Mom’s arms, 1st birthday, 3rd birthday…

But what I do know is that my journey began long before October 6, 1952.

I think, I honestly think, that our journeys do begin thousands of years… millions of years, maybe… before we arrive.  We wait.  We whisper.  We wonder.  Then we know.

Today, I dedicate my little verse (I’ve edited it to be more universal) to my Mom and Dad (he is smiling from heaven today)… and to all the Moms and Dads who await their babies, who dream of their babies-to-be, who have babies and who take babies into their homes and hearts.  Babies who have chosen them to begin a journey of life.

The Owlet Who Whispered, “Whoooo?”

A million years ago, or so,
A tiny crack was heard.
And from that tiny crack,
There came a baby bird…

An owlet of downy feathers
With a palette of softest hues,
Who opened its wide eyes
And whispered, “Whoooo? Whoooo?

Whoooo?” explained the wind,
Who blew into the nest…
Whoooo? is for heaven,
Which now does all the rest.”

So every single day to come,
For a million years, it’s true,
The owlet opened up its eyes
And whispered, “Whoooo? Whoooo?”

To the sun or drenching raindrops,
To snow or winds or dew…
In light or deepest darkness
Came the whispered, “Whoooo? Whoooo?

Then one miracle morning,
The owlet’s “Whoooo?” was named;
Through all of space and all of time,
From heaven, the answer came…

For the wind was perfect
In the early morning’s light,
And with the strength of the universe,
The owlet took flight.

It flew.
It knew.
The “Whoooo? Whoooo?” it asked for,

I thank my Mom and Dad today for waiting for my whispered, “Whoooo? Whoooo?”

And HELLO 58!

About Audrey

Audrey McClelland has been a digital influencer since 2005. She’s a mom of 5 and shares tips on her three favorite things: parenting, fashion and beauty. She’s also a Contemporary Romance Author.

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  1. 10.6.10
    Poppy said:

    Happy birthday!!!! Thanks for sharing those memories (if you remember them or not) with us. 🙂 🙂 🙂 Have a great 58!!!!!

  2. 10.6.10
    christy said:

    Beautiful! My sister is pregnant and I’m going to print and frame this for her for the baby’s room…if you don’t mind me copying. 🙂 Thank you.

  3. 10.6.10
    Rhonda said:

    Happy Birthday my sweet, beautiful, friend, sister and favorite author. Those are fabulous black & white photos. You were, still are such a cutie patootie. Celebrate today and enjoy your birthday cake!

  4. 10.6.10
    Amy said:

    Happy Birthday!!!

  5. 10.6.10
    Kim said:

    Sharon: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! What a great poem – I’ve never heard of it but I’m passing it on that’s for sure. And the photos are wonderful. I hope you have a wonderful day today and a beautiful journey into the next year of your life 🙂

  6. 10.6.10
    Nancy said:

    I’m sure that Beth cherishes that poem. I know I certainly would. I love the old photographs. You were as adorable then as you are now. Here’s wishing another wonderful year filled with love and adventure. Happy Birthday my dear sweet friend!

  7. 10.7.10
    Lucy said:

    May you always soar to the sky and live your dreams.
    You are an A M A Z I N G woman, an inspiration to us all.
    May God keep you safe and bless you with another 58 years of joy, health & love.

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