Thursday, March 12, 2009


I just saw someone holding the child of one of the women I shared my pregnancies with. This someone has been married longer than I have and her husband and her have been trying to have a child for a long time.

What must she think? What must she feel? Holding a child, does she wonder if she'll ever have her own? Has she given up? Does she still have hope?

I don't have my baby boy with me, I won't hold him again. But at least I was blessed to have felt him kick, to hear him cry, and to see his beautiful face. To see that crazy hair that he took from his father, the flat nose that he took from me, and the perfect skin that was like a mixture of coffee and milk. At least I'll always have the memory of him moving inside me, making my tummy look so very alien.

For all of that, and everything more, I'll always love him - and consider myself lucky for having him.

1 comment:

  1. When we step out of our comfort zone, we see so many others struggling, grieving and in pain... just like us.

    May you continue to find peace & solace in the reminders that life provides us with.