Will Speaks of his Prenatal and Newborn Life and Memory of Heaven

Will speaks on his prenatal and newborn life, and on Heaven

Will, almost 5 brought up being a baby again – the first time in a while.

When he talks about it, it is usually out of the blue, and makes very sporadic/fragmented conversation.

There might have been a little more to it, but here’s what I remembered.

I wrote it down as soon as we were done talking because I didn’t want to forget more.

So sitting at the dinner table….

Will: Mom, do you remember your first day on earth?

Mom: No, do you remember your first day on earth?

Will: Yes

Mom: What was it like?

Will: I wanted you to hold me and you didn’t

Mom: Ahh, I’m sorry.

Will: You didn’t push me out, the doctors took me out

Yes, that’s right.

Mom: Do you remember seeing dad on the day you were born?

Will: Yes.

Mom: Did you know who he was? Did you know he was your Dad?

Will: Yes.

Mom: Did you hear him when you were in my tummy?

Will: Yes, I hear him talking to Westley…Made me want to punch Westley

Mom: Were you jealous he was talking to Westley?

Will: Yes

Will: I wanted to punch the water bottle.

Mom: What water bottle?

Will: Your water bottle

Mom: When you were in my tummy?

Will: Yes

Mom: There was a water bottle in my tummy?

Will: Yes… I wanted to touch it.

Mom: I drank water in your tummy

Will: I loved you before I was born… I loved you in Heaven.

Mom: Were you in Heaven before you were born?

Will: Yes.

Mom: Did you meet Jesus in Heaven?

Will: Yes

Mom: Did he talk to you?

Will: Yes

Mom: What did he say?

Will: He told me to be good

Mom: Did he say anything about me?

Will: Yes he said be good for your momma

Two Trophies

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I was a competitive baton twirler from the age of 4-15 years old. I competed in hundreds of competitions including the annual state, regional, and national championship. Between my sister and I, we had over 500 hundred trophies that topped every dresser, shelf and open space in our house. Some were second place trophies from small competitions, some were first place trophies representing and important title and job well done. Over the years, they have pretty much all blended together… I don’t really know which ones represented a great win and the best performance. Of all the trophies I have they all remain in at my parent’s house (many now boxed out in the garage) two I have brought to my home. These two trophies  I remember well and now carry the most importance.

One of these trophies I received when I was 13. At the regional competition each year, there was a Miss Congeniality award. All the baton twirlers voted for one fellow twirler whom they respected and admired not necessarily for their twirling talents, but for their personality and friendship. I was surprised but honored when I was announced the winner of that trophy.

When I was 15, I sprained my neck practicing for the national competition. Like many serious competitors, I tried to compete in the nationals even though it was not healed. I ended up losing feeling in my arms and legs during my first competitive event and left the weeklong competition on a stretcher. Healing from that took a year, but when I was 16 I planned to twirl again. Before I did, I was in a car accident, hit by a drunk driver, leaving me with a fractured back , broken leg, and fractured ankle. This recovery was much harder and longer.

I was lucky to be able to go off to college and work towards new goals, but I hated how my baton life ended. So, on winter break of my freshman year back at my parent’s house. I picked up my baton when no one else was home. My ankle was still weak and when I tried to spin around just once I fell hard to the ground. I repeated this many times, practicing only when no one was around as I knew they would worry and try to stop me. But once I practiced to where I could do at least some of my more basic tricks, I called my mom outside to watch and asked if I could do just one more competition.  Like old times, my mother, sister and I packed the car and this time drove to Las Vegas for a competition. For whatever reason, there weren’t many entries in my category, there was just me and another girl. The other girl was very good and I did not care if she beat me. I just wanted to make it through my routine. Dressed in my old costume and with my ankle wrapped up, I twirled two batons in front of the judges. I made it through and I was very proud of myself. Now I could retire the batons with a sense of pride. I did get a second place trophy that day. Normally taking home a second place trophy if there were only two competitors in the event was like a slap in the face, but this time it was a treasure.

As with a competitor in any sport, winning was important. There are pictures on a winner’s podium of great smiles standing on the top #1 and some of fake smiles holding back tears when standing on #2, #3, or even on the floor next to the podium when below the top 5. But all these competitions, along with the coaching of my teacher and mom, and the companionship of my fellow twirlers are what taught me the most important lessons in life.  They built in me a positive character, a sense of respect, good sportsmanship, personal motivation, and the desire to strive for goals and not give up. When I look at my two trophies, that is what they represent.