Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou

When I was twenty years old I spent twenty-four  hours in labor with my first son.  He was so large that the doctor told me that he would have to break his shoulders if I could not push him out. Two nurses jumped on my  stomach after forceps and a vacuum and hanging from a bar did not work. With all the strength I had I finally delivered  my ten pound son, Brandon Timothy Borden. He had auburn hair and looked like a three month old when he was born.

Six years later I would have an induced labor because my baby was so large. I was at my weekly doctors visit and he told me to head to the hospital. My husband was an hour away and sped his way to the hospital in a half hour.  The labor pains were so intense the pain was almost unbearable. I asked for an epidural and they said it was too late. Three hours later, I delivered a nine pound, fourteen ounce baby boy.  He also had auburn hair and was very long. His name is Trevor Edmund Mirassou.

I am most proud of my sons. Brandon is a forestry firefighter in the Northwest and Trevor is in the medical field in California. They are both in their thirties now and living amazing independent lives.

I cannot imagine my life without my sons.  Motherhood is grand.  To watch your babies grow up to be men is an honor. The true bond between a mother and son is like no other in this world.  I wouldn’t give up the chance to be a mom to my boys for anything in this world. They are my sunshine, my ocean, and my moon. They complete me. They fill my heart and soul. They are my present and my future. They are my hope and faith. They are my fulfilled dreams. They are my delight.