July 27, 2007 § Leave a Comment
Before my daughter was born, my husband got home one day with a book in hand called, On the day you were born by Debra Frasier. When I sat down to read it, far into my pregnancy, I got teary on the third page in where she writes
While you waited in darkness, tiny knees curled to chin, the Earth and her creatures with the Sun and the Moon all moved in their places, each ready to greet you the very first moment of the very first day you arrived.
And then, three pages from the end, containing my eagerness to meet our baby and pulled by the wave of mother nature preparing me to be a mother, I read the lines that today, on a difficult teething day for my seven month old daughter, bring me back into the moment. Even though she cries, tears making a tiny pool in her eyes, I am softened by the sweet person I see in front of me, her pseudo tender touches, and her eagerness to learn.
On the day you were born the Earth turned, the Moon pulled, the Sun flared, and, then, with a push, you slipped out of the dark quiet where suddenly you could hear…
… a circle of people singing with voices familiar and clear.
July 19, 2007 § Leave a Comment
Sí voy a escribir en español. La cosa es que la majoría de nosotros leemos bien el inglés y el español o sea que veremos que sale en que lenguaje. chao
July 19, 2007 § 4 Comments
First posts are overrated, I’m sure, so I will keep it short. I also have a sleeping baby who is bound to wake up soon. I won’t astound you and I probably won’t make you think but you may still enjoy this. These are our adventures. Living with a baby.