For those who don't know, my mom died of cancer when I had just crossed the threshold of 10 years old. What follows is an imagined dialogue between myself and God prior to my birth.
God: Yes love?
Me: So, I'm going back again soon....
God: Yes my expression, you've wanted to go again.
Me: I know. I do want to. I'm just always a little scared when I get ready to leave.
God: I know. I understand. I think you will love this go around.
Me: I think so too... I'm not sure about this losing her while I'm so young.
God: You've had her many times before, and this time, she wants to help you learn to really believe in yourself on a deeper level.
Me: Yes, I want to learn that. That I am capable and lovable and able. That I have everything I need within me.
God: Indeed my love. You will learn that and so much more.
Me: I'll miss her though, when she goes, won't I?
God: You will. Yet this missing will teach you as well. And we both know she'll be very close to you even when you can't see her.
Me: I know.
God: And, you'll be back here before you know it. Stronger, even more loving, and full of joy.
Me: Yes. It's gonna be great. Hard, but great.
God: Great indeed.