Mom-to-be

“Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood – finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.”   ~Jodi PicoultPerfect Match

I had the privilege of helping a very soon, Mom-to-be out to her car today. Laden with her gifts, lightened of her work responsibilities, awaiting the unknown next phase. My heart was full of happiness for her. For all those firsts she is going to experience in the coming weeks. Gifts of the heart that are better than anything which could be bought at a store.

Those are the memories which I treasure most. The tiny hands stroking your skin. A first smile that lights up a tiny face. The sweet smell.

Fantastic smile 2003

Fantastic smile 2003

These sentiments are why a Mother thinks having another baby is a good idea. If she could so easily call up any number of other memories, there would be no second or third children.

My husband remembers those days very differently. He doesn’t, for a moment, wish for babies. He likes the constant push forward. He is encouraged by the eventual day when these little ones will take flight and leave the nest. And I feel the same, most of the time.

But the thought of holding a tiny newborn again is a wonderful feeling. The upshot now is the other Mom standing nearby who gets to soothe him when he starts to cry. That is a job I don’t miss so much.

New Life

The parents have been making quite a racket all Spring. If anyone gets too close, they are dive bombing and clearly letting the intruders know they are not wanted in the general area.

I am talking about House Finches that have successfully hatched a clutch of eggs in a bird box attached to our house.

There is a range of creatures that make their way over to that part of the garden and cause concern to the Mamma. But the most concerning to her was the Stellars Jay that was aggressively trying to get at the babies. It was such a sight to see, because the senior Finches were not going down without a fight. I only wish there was a camera at hand to capture it all.

Yesterday, as I walked around with my camera, I could see the babies with their mouths wide open, waiting for food. You can just make it out in the photo.

Anyone who is a parent can probably remember that completely dependent little being. Then, before you know it, they are on to the next stage, not needing you quite so much one day as they did the day before.