“No, you may not slide down the stairs with the scissors in your hand, honey” slipped easily and calmly from my lips. This was spoken to the same child who put his 3-year-old hands on my shriveled stretch-marked postpartum belly yesterday and laughingly jiggled while singing, “shake the belly, shake the belly.” What a fun new game for us…
Supported by my dear husband, my mother, my sister-friend, & my midwife-sisters, on July 30th I was delivered safely through childbirth for the third time. I am always overwhelmed with gratitude as I lay in my bed staring at this complete human who just came out of me. Somehow, I grew this thing, waited 41 weeks for the magic to happen, labored through the longest three inches of life and popped out a human. The world is a wondrous place.
In the past two months, I’ve been a part of the miraculous emergence of 20 little ones. Women are amazing creatures. The journey of bringing a child into this world is one of surrender and intuition. From the first waves of nausea to the last surge of contractions, we are learning to embrace the uncontrollable storms of motherhood. The 9 months of pregnancy are simply a concentrated form of our redefined existence. This thing changes us. These little people have heard our heartbeat from the inside and then we continue to give that heart to them as they tromp around with it on the outside.
I sit and think on the wonder of it all. I offer thanks for the joy of life. I hope that the delight I have now, during nap time, I will have the strength to preserve from 6-8pm (mothers of toddlers, past or present, will know what I mean). Today I will embrace the now of rosy cheeks and tantrums and made-up games and sleeplessness and little giggles and mopping twice a day and Dr. Seuss. Today I will bask in this blessed life I dwell in.
How very true….”this thing changes us”….we are never the same once we embrace “this thing”. It continues to reshape us to the depths of our souls throughout life’s journey. Such a lovely picture you paint with words.