A Letter From the Girl at the Front Desk
by Annie Luther, Office Administrator, NOVA Pregnancy Center of Fairfax
When you called on the phone and tripped over your words, I was not annoyed. When you followed every answer you gave me with an apology, I did not want you to be sorry. When you told me you your age, I did not judge you. When I thanked you for calling us, I meant it.
When I smiled at you as you came into our center, I was that happy to see that you had come. When I offered you water, I hoped you felt cared for. When you went back with your advocate and nurse, I prayed for you.
When your pregnancy was confirmed, I rejoiced at the miracle and felt sorrow for your circumstances that seemed too dark for you, let alone a baby.
When I chaperoned your ultrasound, I felt honored to be a part of your moment. When you saw the flicker of your baby’s heartbeat, I was not examining your reaction. When I was silent throughout your whole exam, I was trying to give your head and heart time to meet without distraction.
When you spoke of confliction to the nurse, I was proud that you were so honest.
When I noticed your face change as you learned about all of the help and love available to you, that was the first time I allowed myself to hope for your choice. When you let out a deep breath, I exhaled with you. When you began to cry, I focused on holding in my own tears.
When you chose life for your baby, I thanked God.
When I scheduled you for “Earn While You Learn” classes, I was so excited to be able to see you again.
When you left, I prayed for you again. I loved you already. I would have loved you even if you made a different choice and I longed for you to know that.