Our son was born almost three years ago. Here's what I wrote in my journal, December 10, 2008, addressing our unborn child:
We're in Advent, little baby. It's a time of waiting. And we're waiting because you could come any day. We don't know when, so we wait. The waiting is so crazy. I want to fill up the time with something: watch Westwing, cook, sort through stuff and organize it to prepare for your arrival. But all there is to do is wait. Wait in stillness and silence.
I'm ready to meet you, little one. I'm so ready to meet you. Everyone is ready to meet you. Your grandma is coming out soon. Your other grandparents, my parents, are coming out soon, too. They can't wait to meet you. And yet, we're all waiting.
When you're ready, you can come. I want you to have a blessed entry into this world. I want you to connect with your mom; I want to tell you that this is an incredible world, and that so many people have come before us that helped us get to this point. Of course, you have your own life and desires and dreams that you will live into...and you will no doubt help me touch my own dreams in deeper ways.
I wonder who you are and who you will become? Before you grew in your mom's belly, you were just an idea, a dream of love and possibility.
And now you are flesh and blood, about to enter the world. We'll wait for you; we'll wait for your laughter and tears. We'll wait.
The waiting is pregnant with possibility.
1 comment:
Lovely. Thank you for sharing this.
S is a December baby too. There's a unique stillness to this time of year that feels really different from the same waiting period we did in June with R.
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