. . . I gave birth.
Back then, those blissful earliest minutes, hours, day, days, week, weeks I often felt an unshakable sense of knowing––what my beating heart, "where there's now one there will be two,"would need of me.
Keenly intuitive to this new soft breath, hushed murmurs at the breast, night feeding squeaks in our family bed. One rip-my-heart-from-my-chest-whimper turned tear-streaked face cry set my ear closer to this tiny body...listening, deeply listening for distinction.
Even learning his would-be foreign language we seemed to communicate with undeniable TRUST. As close and connected as time did grace us, even bridging the language barrier until we were fluent, damn if there weren't countless times over the years when I became debilitated by fear that I was losing ground. I didn't feel prepared or confident that I knew or would know what he needed as he grew more and more independent–––I was lacking that earlier and undeniable primal TRUST.

After a long night of insomnia and sharing countless memories with my pillow I am confident I, still more often than not, don't have a fucking clue what's going to become of what comes next . . .BUT,
With grace and guidance from that once seven pound, seven ounce flesh and wonder, what I learned in my unshakable primal heart is that TRUSTING HIM has always been the key.
. . . and sleep will come to this mother's "where there's now one there will be two"––HEARTS
Partial song lyric quote from Indigo Girls, "Love Will Come to You"
2 comments:
You don't look NEARLY old enuff. C'mon...WHO'S the REAL mother?
Is this one of them Immaculate things?
Congrats on your contributions to the World.
We Thank You!!!
You're my new best friend Jim!
Thanks for all your love, support, job training, patience, and especially music/movie mentoring...Wes is his awesomeness because of so many equally awesome friends and family having held his heart as he's readied to take flight!
LOVE, kim
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