My daughter and my niece. Both due in June.
I'm 61 years old. And almost a half.
You'd think I'd be over it by now.
I am. Mostly.
But sometimes I still sense the faintest twinge of jealousy.
A ripple of regret.
A sliver of sadness.
A pensive moment of wonder.
What would it have been like to see my belly ripple?
To feel an inward wave of movement?
A kick of life?
And yes. Even the nausea and the fatigue and the bloat.
The miracle of creation.
Begetting. Bearing. Birthing.
With one request.
An identical outcome.
Because I can't imagine any other life.
Abby and Jeremy - ages 6 months and 4 years. (1989)
And so I embrace what is.
Because it was.
Before my time.
A miracle of creation.
From an empty womb.
Pregnant with faith.
Perfused with love.
Heart stretched past capacity.
Blessing begats blessing.
Granddaughter Gracee - age 5-1/2 (2007)
And life is a kick.
(No stretch marks, either.)
" . . . we can't round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit!" Romans 5:5 (The Message)
Can you live a life with no regrets? Can you embrace what is?
Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King