The mother with a delinquent child. That's me. It surprises me, it shakes me. I always felt I had a spiritual maternal connection with each one of my boys in utero. I spoke to them while my belly grew and sang to them. I made them promises of unconditional love that only a mother can share. I was certain they could hear my thoughts, my vibrations. They knew what I was about. A relationship like no other in the world. The shear ecstasy felt the moment they came forth into the world. These were the three highest, most spiritual moments of my 48 years thus far. It can't compare to the brilliant blue waters of Cinque Terre, the grandeur of the Grand Canyon, the amazing power and beauty of Niagara Falls or the ominous feeling of seeing Stone Henge for the first time, wind blowing coldly across the Salisbury Plain. Nothing can compare to the life-giving experience and spirituality of childbirth.
I am speaking today of child number three. He came into this world quickly, but oh so intensely. Like a raging surge of water from a swollen river. After recovering from the experience, which was a near 3 minutes, I held his 6lb 10oz pink, squirming body skin to skin with mine. He suckled immediately and nursed like a champ from the beginning. After all I wasn't a novice by this time. His big brothers were present for his arrival, looking a bit shell-shocked but taking it all in. They insisted on a name for him and after examination I succumbed to their title. My favorite name of choice had been "Levi" but it just wasn't in his eyes.
He was taken to a love-filled home with lots of noise and excitement. he had so much attention and care and nurturing. At three months his daddy was diagnosed with a degenerative disease and the love-filled home took on a new dimension, a new "vibe" if you will.
I am speaking today of child number three. He came into this world quickly, but oh so intensely. Like a raging surge of water from a swollen river. After recovering from the experience, which was a near 3 minutes, I held his 6lb 10oz pink, squirming body skin to skin with mine. He suckled immediately and nursed like a champ from the beginning. After all I wasn't a novice by this time. His big brothers were present for his arrival, looking a bit shell-shocked but taking it all in. They insisted on a name for him and after examination I succumbed to their title. My favorite name of choice had been "Levi" but it just wasn't in his eyes.
He was taken to a love-filled home with lots of noise and excitement. he had so much attention and care and nurturing. At three months his daddy was diagnosed with a degenerative disease and the love-filled home took on a new dimension, a new "vibe" if you will.
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