Thursday, August 28, 2008

new

There's a crowd in the front, as I walk the long hall I can't quite tell what folks are looking at, the mood feels fine but the crowd is well, crowded. As I get closer I see little wheels in the center of the action and as I get even closer I realize it's a carriage. We've got a baby in the house.

He's adorable. Freshly born skin and curly hair, he's nestled into this somewhat second hand stroller sleeping away the morning while a motley assortment of folks ooh and ahh. Even the toughest dudes are checking him out, no one and I mean no one can resist a brand new baby.

I stop and lean down, I watch him move his tiny hands in his sleep and look at his mama. He's perfect, I say and she smiles. For one brief minute the surroundings fade away, the reasons she's here and the fact that this is where his life is beginning, it all slips into the background and we are just two mamas standing in a crowd looking at a miracle. The background comes forward again and in this minute I want to cry, because this is where his life is beginning and I know the reasons she is here must be terrible too. I suppose we all need to take things moment by moment in order to make sense of it all or otherwise it might simply be too much.

I'm bringing some sisters in over the next week to have their say because I am ass over teakettle consumed with work. I'll be around on and off but these women have kindly agreed to stack the house starting tomorrow and I couldn't be happier having them here.

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10 comments:

Beck said...

AW, babies. The other day I was fussing over a newborn, proudly being showed off by his 14 year old mother. Doesn't matter, still a cutie-pie.

Gwen said...

I hope, for that child, many people who keep loving him and finding him awe-inspiring.

Looking forward to your company!

Kyla said...

Beautiful, jen. Sad, too, I know...but the beauty of the moment outshines the sad.

flutter said...

Oh how sad and beautiful and hopeful and *sigh*

Blog Antagonist said...

Sometimes we forget that not every baby is born into a color coordinated designer nursery. We need to not forget. Thanks for the reminder.

Little Monkies said...

Tonight I talked the night away with a bartender who was also a mom. Shared with her some of my deepest birth stories. I barely know her name, but it doesn't matter because that mamahood is the glue between us.

We are so powerful in those moments of wanting what is right and fair for children, of looking at each other with eyes of understanding and respect. The moment you shared today is something that propels women on. So powerful and pure. Let's harness it and use it for good to solve some of the crap we are in...

wheelsonthebus said...

That is unbearable.

Amanda said...

Oh, mama. I don't understand how such a beautiful world can have so much unnecessary ugly in it. Bless you for reminding us of both and for eliminating the background and illuminating the moment for people.

You are so exquisitely you.

Sheri said...

I agree, sometimes you can only appreciate the moment you're in, much more than that and it all turns dark.

I'm glad that no matter what or where or how dark our days, we all can find joy in a new baby.

mitzh said...

What Sheri said.

But I think in every moment no matter how sad or happy it may seem to be, there will always be this beauty, this beauty that sometimes requires us to look a little closer just to see it.

Hello, Jen. Thank you for being the first one to welcome me again. I missed you too, a lot. My apology for not being around as often as before. Take care and thanks so much, again. :D