Why Piglet?

I am sure some of you may have noticed my obsession with Piglet and Classic Pooh stuff.  There is a reason behind that.  How many of you had a nickname for your baby/babies for they were born?  Yes, even if you had an actual name picked out.  Well, my siblings and I all had a nickname before birth.  Mine was Werd Nosneb, my dads name, Drew Benson, spelled backwards. I think I have an uncle to that for that one...  

Because of that, I used to think about what I would call my first child before his or her birth.  I decided on Piglet, partly because he is so small and cute, and partly because he reminded me a little of my Grandma Davis.  Especially when he would say; "oh d-d-d-dear!"  When I found out that I would never carry a child in my womb, I was devastated and mourned the loss of that dream.  Forever beyond my reach was my own little Piglet.  Or so it seemed at the time.

My mother knew how much I was hurting and how much I wanted a "Piglet" of my own.  For Christmas, that year my dreams were shattered, she and dad bought me a stuffed piglet.  With it came a note promising that one day God would bless me with a "piglet" of  my own.  They were right.  I now am the blessed mother of a very special little girl, whom I got to think of as "Piglet" for an entire month before she was born.

I very grateful to my parents for understanding my pain, and for reminding me that, though hope seemed lost, God had a plan and had not forsaken me.  This is why I am a little obsessed with Piglet.  I did get my own, precious little piglet, but, even better, I was given the best gift God could give me. The gift of motherhood.