Dear Indi, I hope you find peace knowing she is growing up...
Our children are not ours, they are gifts given to us. They choose us while a wee miniscule unseen atom and In the bliss of passion their creation occurs.
Conception.
We carry them for 10 lunar months and everyday the sun and the moon rises and sets they grow within us, being nourished, nurtured, cacooned.
They wait for the perfect moment to make us aware they are growing inside.
Small butterfly flickers tickling us, a movement so slight as if a feather has tickled our womb.
Life.
It had already began long before we felt those light flickers but now she made her presence known. Those soft flickers becoming stronger everyday until finally you feel her heel colliding with your ribs.
Growth.
She moves. Kinetically turning this way and that. Sometimes your slumber is disturbed.
Hands placed on your growing abdomen caress the child within. Soothing effleurage.
She settles and rests.
Parturiency.
The months have flown by and then seem to stop as you wait for your precious bundle. You wait forthe perfect time when the stars are aligned and the Divine has written in the Book of Life the time of her birth.
Finally you travail, spasms and contractions, the wanted pain of the miracle of birth. Pushing until...
She is here!
Perfect, whole, your longing...
She is here!
Happy Birthday Dear Estair
XO Auntie Cyn
