Oddly, I’ve been receiving baby promotions for diapers, clothes, care, and all things baby to my “other” email address. The stage of life I find myself in has my Facebook homefeed filled with engagements, marriages, anniversaries, and babies (not necessarily in that order). It seems perfectly appropriate that I would be on the receiving end of a deluge of baby emails from Baby everything.
And so in light of babies and mothers, I decided to try to project myself into the mother-role. However, I’m not a mother so I probably got it all wrong. Nor am I close to being a mother (unless getting all the baby emails means I’m mother-ready, but I don’t think so). I’m not even baby-ready. BUT I’ve just gotten exceptionally good at finding and clicking Unsubscribe!
She hadn’t known it would be like this.
Longing, wanting, wishing, caring, hoping, waiting.
One day at a time, her body changing and blooming round.
A dream growing into physical reality within her.
Awe.
Pain jutting her rounded dream into wailing form.
This child-wish demanding and overtaking life.
Joy.
Dream fulfilled.
No sleep. Routine regulated by baby cries.
Clothing piles. Diaper piles. Dishes piled.
She hadn’t know it would be like this!
But this bone and flesh child.
Cheek to her cheek.
Her heart outside of her body.
Are you a mother? Does this ring true for you or was I way off base?
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