It was slow and deliberate, but our march was purposeful. It takes a lot to get me up early on a Saturday morning, and even more to get the babies dressed and a diaper bag overflowing with snacks. Not to mention, I had a husband and a Nana in tow. But we were set to march for babies. And march we did.
We made it the whole way with little complaint from the girls and only a twinge of achiness in my feet. Team Aja was small but mighty, like Aja herself. We raised over $1,500 for the March of Dimes and it was worth every email, every facebook post, every step. A local mother spoke before the walk began, telling the story of her twin daughters that were born premature three years earlier. One stood next to her. She held up a picture of her other daughter, who passed away at just two weeks old. We marched for babies like her daughter. Those that have passed, those with disabilities, and those that we are fortunate enough to celebrate, like Aja.
I wonder sometimes if Aja's personality would be different if I had been able to carry her to term. Perhaps she would be able to say the words that are hidden right now. But would those words have the same life and spunk that her "duh duh's" and screams have? I wouldn't wish prematurity on any baby or their family, but I choose to think that Aja kicked her way out three months early because she was ready. In doing so, she found her voice, and it's loud and piercing. She is wild and exuberant and missing the shy gene that I possessed as a child. Her determination makes me crazy at times, but I am constantly in awe of her.
We did it Team Aja.
On another note. The world learned last night about the fate of Osama bin Laden. A friend posted this on facebook, which I reposted on my page, and I'm reposting again here because it says everything I feel about his actions, his death, and the reactions of the nation.
"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."
--Martin Luther King, Jr