Still here folks...

A friend of mine sent this excerpt from Anita Diamant's, The Red Tent. I read this quite a while ago and loved it. She sent it out to our entire mom group and I couldn't help but think what appropriate timing it was to receive this.

"Just as there is no warning for childbirth, there is no preparation for the sight of a first child. I studied his face, fingers, the fold in the boneless little legs, the whorls of his ears, the tiny nipples on his chest. I held my breath as he sighed, laughed when he yawned, wondered at his grasp on my thumb. I could not get my fill of looking.

There should be a song for women to sing at this moment, or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment. Like every mother since the first mother, I was overcome and bereft, exalted and ravaged. I had crossed over from girlhood. I beheld myself as an infant in my mother's arms, and caught a glimpse of my own death. I wept without knowing whether I rejoiced or mourned. My mothers and their mothers were with me as I held my baby."

-Anita Diamant, The Red Tent