A Personal Story I Wanted to Share… About Love

by Melissa K. Lane

I have always had an inner sense of knowing that I planned my story as Melissa before I incarnated into this timeframe. Even though some of the experiences I chose were less than comfortable while participating in their experiential aspects, they have all been, and will continue to be, part of my plan’s enfoldment, thus the enactment thereof.
I would like to share a segment of my story, as I am now able to adequately put it into words (smile)

I chose to marry at a relatively young age, according to society’s standards, and thus followed the birth of my first born daughter, Natalia Melissa. I felt as though I had given birth to my best friend, my confidant, and upon looking into her eyes, a very old and wise soul. At times I also felt she was the mother, for now I know that the roles of our shared energetic experiences had been back and forth through the eons.
When Natalia was just shy of her second birthday it came into my awareness that I was again pregnant. My husband’s reaction was, hmmmm, let’s just say less than desirable, but, part of the plan, none the less. His words were, “terminate the pregnancy”, or he was going to terminate his commitment to the marriage.

My heart guided me to proceed with the pregnancy, and very shortly afterwards my husband went to work one day and never came home. So, here I stood, chronologically seventeen years old, the mother of a two year old asthmatic child, pregnant, no job, no car, down to a few dollars in my pocket, and my husband had just left. I went to my mother-in-law’s house, following my inner promptings, and explained to her and her husband what had taken place, and they immediately insisted that I share space with them, until I could afford my own place.

They lived in Little Havana, Miami, in a rented, one bedroom, one bathroom home. The entire home was tiled, and only had air conditioning in the bedroom. They went out and bought me a cot, so that my daughter and I could sleep in their bedroom, so that we may have air conditioning. They did not have much in material gain, but they shared what they did have with my daughter and me.

For the next 2 months, they fed us, clothed us, and assisted me in obtaining employment (two jobs). I worked, found day-care for my daughter at the local church, and my mother-in-law picked up my daughter after her day job, so I could work my night job a few days a week. I saved money, and within the two months had enough for a studio apartment that was not too far from my in-law’s home.

I dropped my daughter off at the church day care, and from there, took two buses to get to my job in downtown Miami. My night job was just across the street from downtown, in Bayside. I thought a few times to contact my father and let him know what had occurred, but, I felt, he had his hands full with the impending transition of my step-mother, who had cancer in its final stages. He was in the process of making final arrangements, for the second time in his life. The first time being the transition of my mother, his first wife, when I was four months old.

One weekend I was on my in-law’s porch, reading the Sunday paper, and I received an inner prompting to look at the classified section. Upon doing so, there was a section that said, “Adoption Attorney’s”. There were only three listed, and there was one that resonated with me immediately. I took down the number, and then next day I contacted the attorney. We talked for a bit, and I agreed to meet with her later that week.
Upon entering her office, and being greeted by her secretary, I felt at ease, filled with peace for the first time in quite a while. I knew I was in the right place. The Attorney and I sat and talked for what seemed to be hours. She drove me home later that evening. I weighed everything out in my heart, and came to the decision to meet with the Attorney, and go forward with adoption proceedings. I told her that I was to meet with each and every prospective couple, and I would decide where my child was to be raised, and by whom.

The next few months were spent working, taking care of Natalie, almost three years old, and coming to terms with the decision I had made. Then the day came where I was in a store, bending down for something, and lo and behold my water broke. I drove to the hospital, and called my friend and the attorney. My friend stayed with me from start to finish. The nurses at the hospital did not make it a comfortable experience, as they had their own opinions about adoption. I held my child, a little girl. The attorney took some pictures for me to keep, and gave me a copy of her foot prints.

I left the hospital shortly thereafter, and signed myself out, against medical advice. All I wanted to do was get home to be with Natalie. Shortly after the birth I moved out of Miami, and back to where I had grown up. I kept in touch with the Attorney over the years. I told Natalie, very soon after the adoption, that she had a sister; she seemed to understand, even at three and four years old. Every so often I would remind her, as the years went by.

When Natalie became a teenager she told me one day, in the car, that when she turned eighteen she was going to find her sister. So, one day I was on my way to work, September 2006 to be exact, and Natalie called me and said, “Mommy, I found my sister” (Lily). I was speechless, and told her that I would call her back, when I was able to form words…

They began an online/phone relationship, and to sum up the conclusion of this part of my “story”, as Melissa, I came home one day and walked to the back room of the house, where we all congregate, there sitting, were both my daughters, Natalia and Lily… together… tears flowed, laughter ensued and the three of us seemed to merge into each other…

Even though I knew that my decision, sixteen years prior, was in divine order, it was far from an easy choice for my heart to bear.

Simple
I Loved Lily Home… Together…

In Continuation

Over the past year or so, the three of us, myself, Natalia and Lily, have been forming an ongoing relationship…
It has come to pass that Lily’s adoptive parents cannot handle our involvement in her life, nor handle what they deem to be unacceptable behavior from Lily…
So, as of tomorrow, Lily will be living with us!

I Wanted to Share The Joy