Originally published January 2010
I am one of those people that have loved every single step of my life, even the times that were not so pleasant. While I contend that the tragic, difficult, challenging, and sad moments have been more than some people experience in a lifetime, I count those events as a blessing as they have made me who I am today and have opened my heart, made me feel deeply and given me empathy. But my trying times are not what this post is about.
Today I write about a time in my life that is so precious to me that when I daydream I call these memories up more than any others. That is when I was pregnant with my two daughters and the pure joy I felt when they were birthed from my body; when I held them to my breast and was the one person in the world that they were most bonded to.
I am in this nostalgic place at the moment because I just viewed a DVD of a 3-D ultrasound of my granddaughter, Rain Catharine.
Rain is due to arrive in early April. She will be my second grandchild. Aiden Thomas is 7 ½ now and his mother, my second child, will give birth to another son just a month later than Rain’s arrival. Baby Boy #2 is as of yet unnamed but he will join his brother and cousin in that place in my heart where the most precious of gifts reside.
Pregnancy wasn’t the most enjoyable of physical states. It was cumbersome, I could never get comfortable, and the labor hurt like a son-of-a-you-know-what.
It is true, however, what they say: that a woman forgets all about the pain of childbirth once she holds her child.
There is one thing I have found to be the most true in this world – there is always room to love one more. My heart is big enough for each of them and then some.