My Lovely Future Son Appeared in My Bedroom the Day after I Learned I Was Infertile – Story of the Day

My heart fell when the doctors told me I was infertile. I desperately wanted to be a mother. But then something unexpected happened: my future son appeared in my bedroom.

Becoming a mother is indeed the most beautiful experience of a woman's life. I was yearning to become a mother too. It was my dream to carry my newborn in my arms, cradle him, and sing him lullabies while he slept. But not everyone's dreams come true. Do they?

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Philip, but there isn't much hope. The reports suggest you're infertile," the doctor said.

INFERTILE. That word sounded like an insult. It felt like someone had smacked me across the face, and I couldn't do anything about it. How could God be so cruel to a woman who wanted to be a mother with all her heart? Why had my prayers gone unanswered?

I had lost faith in praying. I had lost faith in God. But then something weird happened the next day. I walked into my bedroom and froze in disbelief. There he was...my little son, sleeping soundly in my bedroom. He looked so adorable. I couldn't take my gaze away from him. At first, it all felt like a dream, but it wasn't...

My husband, Josh, and I were trying for a child, but we weren't successful. One day, I was talking with my housekeeper, Meryl. Meryl was a lovely lady of 50 who had faced many struggles in life. Her listening to my worries relieved my heart that I wasn't alone.

"He was a mistake for me, and I can't love him even if I want to."

"I don't think God ever wanted me to become a mother, Meryl. Why else would He not bless me with a child? Maybe I don't deserve to become a mother," I told her sadly.

"Oh, sweetheart, stop blaming yourself and God. There's always hope in life," Meryl replied gently. "If He closes one door for you, He'll open another. Have faith."

"I can't, Meryl," I said, holding back tears. "You know, I dreamed of a lovely boy last night. I was gently rocking him to sleep. But when I returned to his room later, he was gone. I panicked. I looked for him everywhere, and he just wasn't there. Then I woke up and realized it had been a dream.…a bad one."

Placing her hand on mine, Meryl tried her best to console me. She told me to have faith in God, but I didn't believe her. But what happened the day after I learned I was infertile changed my mind.

I returned home from grocery shopping and was shocked as I entered the bedroom. Sleeping on my bed was a lovely boy clutching a toy bunny, and he was wrapped in a gray blanket. He was stunning, and I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I gently approached my bed and stroked his hair. Oh, he was real. There was a baby in my room! Then I noticed a pink letter next to him.

"This is your future son," it began. "I will never be able to raise him and make him happy. You can give him a loving home. I know that. He was a mistake for me, and I can't love him even if I want to," it said.

It took me only a few seconds to realize that the handwriting on the sheet was Meryl's. I called her right away, but her phone was off. "God, what should I do?" I was so worried.

That night, when Josh came home, I told him everything. We decided to call the police and Child Services and take the boy in. We told the social workers we had a good life and that we could give him a loving home, and they agreed.

However, something didn't feel right. I tried contacting Meryl a few more times, but it was all for naught.

Little Adrian came to us in the most unexpected way, and we loved him like our own blood. However, I was always worried about what would happen if Adrian discovered he wasn't our child. Would he still adore me as a mother and Josh as a father? I was terrified.

So I did what Meryl would have. One day, when Adrian was 15, I went to church to ask God for help. I knelt before Him with my hands folded in prayer, and I told Him all my worries.

"Dear Lord," I said. "Give me strength. My boy…I don't know if I should tell him the truth about his birth. I'm worried."

"Why are you afraid of telling him the truth?" a voice cut me off abruptly.

I opened my eyes and saw that seated beside me was Pastor John. "Father," I told him. "I don't know…I am just worried he might stop loving my husband and me. It would be easy for him to let us go. I'm afraid of losing my son."

Pastor John smiled and said, "You're wrong, dear. You can't lose your son since he was never with you. You were physically present for him, but your heart was elsewhere. The day you tell him the truth will be the day he'll embrace you with all his heart. Be honest with him, and he'll appreciate that."

After listening to Pastor John, I finally gained the courage to tell Adrian the truth. Josh and I discussed telling him during dinner one night, and we did that.

"I know, mom," he said, smiling after we told him everything. "I suspected that when you were too hush-hush about saying anything that'd hurt me. And you kept telling me you don't want to lose me ever…Like, I got a minor injury one day, and you freaked out as if I'd died.

"I mean, I know you guys love me, but that was just extra! And…I overheard dad and you talking one night, and I knew I was adopted. Look, I love you guys because you gave me a home after all, and I am not angry at you, but," he paused. "I want to find them…I want to find my bio parents. I thought I would do it on my own, but now that you guys know, I want your help."

Josh and I were very worried that night. We'd gone to Meryl's house soon after receiving the note, but she'd already moved out. In the end, we contacted the cops for help again, and three months later, we found out Meryl had moved to another town and was working on a farm.

We went to see Meryl a week later, and when she saw us, she burst into tears. "Oh my… Julia?"

Meryl looked so feeble and thin. "How have you been, Meryl?" I asked. "This is Adrian. The baby you blessed us with."

"Oh, he's just like her," she said, holding Adrian's hand. "He is beautiful…My daughter…she was 16 when she had him. She died during childbirth, and I blamed this boy for it. I couldn't convince myself to love him. I am sorry, child. Your mother is no longer alive, and your father was never by her side. He had abandoned her."

I looked at Adrian, and he was in tears. "So you're my grandmother? And you left me?"

With deep guilt, Meryl nodded. "I did…And you can hate me for that."

But Adrian hugged her close. "I love you. I forgive you, grandma. I don't blame you for what you did because you were angry. I bet you can't hate me now! You'll have to love me! Come on!"

Meryl started crying like a child. "Oh dear God! I am sorry, child. I am so sorry for leaving you when you needed me...."

As Meryl hugged her grandson back, Josh and I couldn't help but cry. It was so heartbreaking what Meryl and Adrian had to go through in life. But if there are no hard times in our lives, we'll forget to appreciate the good ones. Perhaps that's why God had planned it that way.

Now that Adrian has a loving home and his grandma, we have decided to live together as a family. And I am glad we're all together as a loving one with no past grudges.

What can we learn from this story?

• We might leave God and despise him, but he never leaves us. Julia yearned to be a mother and was devastated to find she was infertile. She lost faith in God and blamed him for her miseries, but God never left her. He eventually sent her a lovely child.
• A bitter truth is better than a sweet lie, and it makes the other person more forgiving. Julia dreaded telling Adrian the truth because she was afraid of losing him. But after finding out the truth, Adrian realized how much his parents loved him and forgave them.

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