birthday presence
July 31, 2011 § 2 Comments
On the dawn of each child’s birthday I wake to memories of the day we met; sentiment draws me into consciousness. Today I am remembering my daughter’s first moments. Tomorrow is her birthday.
She came into the world like a storm, energy emanating from her tiny form; her first cry a declaration of arrival. The nurse settled her, swaddled, into my arms and my heart seemed to sigh with the weight of peace. I had not been able to hold her big brother and the simple act of nestling her to me was a balm mending an old heartache. In the span of a moment, my daughter had given me a gift of experience; time overlapped as she connected two very different deliveries.
Watching her eyes search my face, her tiny rosebud mouth pursed with determination, I was enamored by the strength of her spirit. Headstrong and peaceful, she was a beautiful contradiction from the beginning.
She still clamors noisily when passionate, eager to be heard and desperate to be understood. Each day she wakes full of the sunshine that slips through her window; tossing boisterous good mornings and gifting exuberant hugs and kisses. I stand in gratitude and absorb her presence.
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She is a spirit I feel blessed to know.
Which is pretty much how I feel about her mama, too.
Thank you! The only thing sweeter than sharing the experiences of motherhood with you is watching our little one’s grow into themselves along the way.