
My dear friend Marissa delivered a beautiful baby girl 9 days ago, baby Bodhiana. During Marissa's entire pregnancy (and I do mean entire, she called me once she found out) I have pretended this child is mine. While I have always loved children and do want some of my own some day, that day is not now (or in the near future).
I was chatting with Marissa when the contractions first started. I looked over at Zach with a huge grin and said "We're having a baby" he quickly corrected me saying "WE'RE not having baby, Marissa is." When I told this to Marissa she said, "Someday I will be to blame for your children!" I sat impatiently by the phone for the next 36 hours waiting and waiting to meet that baby. I felt connected to her in some strange way. It was like watching her incubate for 10 months made me feel like I was partially carrying her. (I know I'm weird.)
So here we stand today, Bodhi is a whopping 9 days old. I had the pleasure of visiting her for lunch. Marissa was a great host asking "do you want lunch?" All I could say is "I want that baby." So I held her for a good hour. Talking to her, playing with her little feet, playing with her extremely long hair. I was in awe as I watched her experience life through her eyes. Everything seemed so new and so big. It made me feel a warm sense of appreciation for all I have around me. Having held such a small, innocent, beautiful baby it was almost as if she calmed my soul.
My sister in law called while I was holding her, when I told her what I was up to she said "you are making me so jealous" I said no Baby Bodhi is making me want a baby. Her response, "I like this baby Bodhi, she is doing great things!"
While we are not going to be making a family anytime soon, let's try to get down the aisle first! Bodhi is doing great things, she is helping me realize to slow down and take each day. While I was there my phone rang about 6 times, and I ignored every call, because holding her and just being was what mattered at that moment.
Thanks Bodhi!
1 comment:
Excellent post. Excellent thoughts--especially for when you have your own baby in your arms and plenty of things you could be doing besides loving him or her.
Did you ever run your marathon?
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