Ode to Three

Motherhood. It's the greatest most unfathomable thing that I have yet to experience. To create a human being with the assistance of God, the Universe and the other person, of all persons, that you have chosen to nurse feelings for. How could you have a child with someone who you do not Love? To create could not only be for one person. A baby must be revered by two. You must learn to admire everything that other person is because only God knows which of those things may be present in this other human being; being that this child is designed by God but conceived and composed by you two. How could you not see the brilliance in conceiving and carrying and bringing to be another human being? How could you not see the privilege of being Blessed with the opportunity to add into the population of this Earth? To take advantage of this exclusive gift of having our bodies produce a life, a body, a soul is such an insult to God. To have a child and hate it is such an insult to yourself and the donor; who YOU chose* to give all of your body to for his disposal. What type of choice did you make? Not to be a parent; not to take everything that you have gone through and only teaching and transferring the positives of any encounter to your child to ensure the best life that you can influence upon him or her is the epitome of carelessness. As I lay here, half-way through, I think about seeing you in the ultrasound. Amazing. An entire being moving inside of me that I cannot even feel. Activity that I cannot even see. Moving your arms and legs and tiny hands, flicking out your teeny tongue, making faces that only machinery can allow us to see on the outside. I will never forget it. No longer just a ball of cells; now a tiny person only weighing ounces. How you've grown so quickly.. Anything I am, he/she is. Anything I feel, he/she feels. Daddy can only experience you from the outside but me from an entirely different dimension. Who would I be to not ensure your safety and healthy development? Who would I be to not acknowledge this phenomenal miracle? Who would I be not to allow you to do whatever you need to my body that you need in order to be created? Certainly not a Mother. Oh, how you will change our World. Oh, how I hope that you are beautiful inside and out. There are no words that can embody the love that I will have for you. I could not have done it without you.