Was it Seals and Crofts who said that?
Three years ago, around this time of year, my child swirled and rolled in my enormous belly. I would sit in my chair and watch the undulations, marveling at the wonder of it all.
I’ve been remembering, and missing, those fleeting moments from the fullest bloom of pregnancy, when I could feel my child moving inside me. It was a glorious experience, for which I am ever grateful. I try to hold on to the memories of those feelings, and to relive for a moment those experiences, but they are fading. I would so much like to have another chance. A healthy and stress-free pregnancy, and to savor each and every moment. But I know that if I were to pass that way again, I would still worry. I wouldn’t be able to help myself. But I like to think that I will savor each and every moment inasmuch as possible. I’m not giving up, just yet, but I have to accept that I may never pass that way again.
It’s nothing short of remarkable, what can happen in three years. Who knew that the child within me would grow to nearly ten and a half pounds before his arrival in this world? And in less than three years, grow into forty seven pounds of boisterous little boyhood.
He looks so grown up. It’s hard to believe that he came from me. I love how he’s grown, that he’s learned so much, that he has so much to say, and such imagination. Tonight he was telling me, “I’m wukking,” “at da offiss, on the pooter,” “because I have a badge.” (Some mornings he pleads with me to take him to my office instead of daycare, and I tell him that he can’t come to my office because he doesn’t have a badge.)
I’m looking forward to introducing him to the magic of Christmas. He loves the lights. And of course he loves buttons. His special job is to turn the Christmas tree lights on when we get home, and off before we go to bed.
This journey called motherhood is the joy of my life. As I knew it would be. I am so blessed.
