My Dearest Blessings

Tribute poems to my children

Mother’s Day 2025 Dorie Snow

A is for Angel

Children are blessings from heaven, I’ve always thought so. In that I named all of my children with “A” names. Ave` Marie, Adia, Amelia, Alexander, Aidan. Of course, each one acquired a nickname, and those pet names are what we lovingly use now. In my darkest moments, I remember them and know my life has purpose. They give me hope, hope in the world that is yet to be. Watching them become amazing young people has been the greatest blessing of my life. Here is a tribute to the three still at home with me. (Not that anything is wrong with the other two, lol)

Adia Leola 25

Squeakers

Every little thing you do

brings joy each day

I look into your eyes

see the brilliance of the world.

the future is wide open,

your gentleness in grace

I think of you every day

I’m utterly amazed.

I love the strength

you have

the dreams you chase

the way you speak

the way you paint

the way you move.

I love seeing the future

through you.

I think of all those days

when you were so small

your little feet running

up and down the hall

I think of all the times

I held you tight

put a Band-Aid on

to make it right

I think about every wish

you’ve ever said

I think about your thoughts

wildly roaming in your head.

In you I see the best

the brightest light

my heart does rest

Watching you grow

has been such joy

showing me how love

and hope daily grow.

Alexander Scott 22.

Buggie

I look at you

So tall so handsome

I wonder what

I did you deserve

Such an angel gift.

I love the way you think

Logically, in rhythm

With all the world’s

crazy mechanisms.

The way you work

Steadfast and true

Your gentle kindness

Always showing through

Every morning

You are cheerful

With all your jokes

Your face a bright light.

I love the way

You tinker, fix everything

The way you look at puzzles

Like a cascade of dreams for you

I think about you everyday

I wonder if you are alright

You hide your feelings

Behind a brave shield

But to me you are

still the little baby boy

Who always clung to my knee

I think of your intelligence

Your sharp amazing wit

I think of all the hugs you give

Pure love you always commit

You are the kindest soul

The gentlest man

Watching you grow

has been,

more amazing

than you know.

Aidan Gregory 13

Little Man “A”

I named you

before I saw you

we lay still for weeks

on end.

I talked to you daily

read you stories

played music

to convince you

to stay.

Together we fought

Hand in hand

For your life, you chose

I am so grateful

for your life.

It seems just yesterday

You stumbled

when you walked

Your carefree spirit

crashing into our lives.

You know no fear

You boldly meet each day

You crave speed

I watch you fly

I watch you soar

Adrenaline on high

Your dreams I see

You heart I hold

Daredevil, sass,

bluster and bluff

Softest soul

Your big brown eyes

Fluttering lashes

It’s hard to ever say no.

You sketch life

In black and white

your bravery knows no bounds

I’m humbled you are mine

If I had known, then

What I know now

The choice I made

Would still have been

to always see you smile

Hear your laugh,

Watch you grow

Step by step.

Reflection

This is one of those posts you cringe over saying, “Mom, geez,” However, i got consent first. They are very tolerant of my gushiness.

Adia, is a brilliant artist. When she was born, she looked like a little angry potato. We tease her about it to this day. She and her identical twin Ameila were both four pounds, six ounces. Amelia passed during delivery. Adia carries both her and her sister’s middle names. Adia means “gift from God.” She has the longest name in the family. Cursed me repeatedly growing up, because she had to learn how to spell it. Now, however she holds it as a badge of honor and tradition. She has been a great joy to raise. She is sassy, direct, has a temper to match the red hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen.

We call her Squeakers because she did not cry for the first eleven months of her life. She only made this adorable little squeak sound. Then one day, we woke up in the middle of the night to the loudest cries you have ever heard. She had found her voice, and she wanted to let us know it. She started college to become a Chemistry teacher, leaving her dream of art behind. Junior year she called and asked if she could come home. She enrolled in college here in California and is finishing her degree in graphic design. Although she was brilliant at chemistry, she was miserable. Her true passion, her true purpose is creation. I am grateful every day for her being able to trust me enough to say, “Mom I need to come home.”

Alexander is the gentlest soul. Alexander was chosen from Alexander the Great, because I knew this little soul would move mountains. He is the light of our family, truly. He is kind, considerate, and always willing to help. He was the best baby, to be honest. He only wanted to be close to me. I carried him around in a chest sling and he was the happiest baby you have ever seen, he clung to my knees, never letting me leave his sight.

He is also our brilliant scientist. My parents were both chemists, Alex will be the first Aero-space engineer of the family. He is so diligent in his studies. The subjects he takes I can’t even begin to understand. He can fix anything, carries tools around with him everywhere he goes, builds anything with or without instructions. He blew up our toilet when he was about five or six. That led to building rockets and volcanos, and eventually into physics. he is the one everyone goes to for math help. He does the most amazing things, fencing, track, and he is a poet. We called him Buggie because he had a shirt with a grasshopper on it, and his first real word was “buggie”.

Aidan is a blessing from heaven. I had placenta previa. I had a small tear in my 19th week. When I got to the hospital and stabilized the doctor suggested to rest a few days before making a decision, because both of our lives were in danger. The hope was to keep him inside until his lungs formed enough to be born. They were able to stop labor and the hemorrhaging, and so we waited. I lay flat in the hospital for 17 weeks before a rupture and he was born at 36.1 weeks. When I chose to lay flat and not move the doctor told me to name him and talk to him every day. I chose Aidan because it was a strong name, not a family name, but a strong name. A brave god of thunder and lightning, a warrior of Celtic worlds. I knew my little man needed a name he could grow into.

So, I talked to him. Every day, we lay, turning side to side, I would play music on headphones directly to him, read him books. I read him the Hobbit, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, Charlet’s Web, and a ton of Dr Suess. I read him poetry, and bible verses. One morning for my weekly shower, I hemorrhaged and he was born emergently via c-section. He spent two weeks in the NICU, then two weeks in the nursery. I needed two separate surgeries and stayed in ICU for a week, then to post-partum for three weeks; before I got to meet him properly. he grasped my finger and that was the beginning of our lives together.

He knows no fear. He is a pure adrenaline junkie. Between karate, parkour, x-sports and now racing he is our very own Johhny Flash. I cringe every time I get a call from the school health office. What oh heaven has he done now? He is so gentle though, polite, kind, and the sweetest child. His big brown eyes, with those long lashes gets him out of trouble often. Even his teachers have told me it’s hard to say no when he puts on the charm. He is brave, intelligent, and loving. A true blessing. We call him Little “A”, because he is the baby, the youngest “A”.

They all are. When I think life is at its worst, they remind me of all the joy and happiness a person can have. Heaven knew I would need angels. It’s been my honor to take care of them, and one day soon for two more, later for the youngest, I will send them out into the world to create magic and families of their own. I just want heaven to know how grateful I am and how blessed I feel to have been the mother of these angels.

Thank you for reading, I appreciate your time. Many blessings!