Sunday, January 24, 2010

waiting for my arrival

My grandma JoAnn told me that one of her favorite memories was hours before I was born - she laying on one side of my mum, my dad on the other, waiting to go to the hospital. My parents were living in Northern California at the time, and my grandmother had flown in for the "big day."

I forget thay my mum was also away from family while pregnant for the first time - experiencing the growth, the movement, the good and the bad days without the wise and comforting words of someone who had gone through it before.

It doesn't make it any easier. I miss my mum all the same - but I do appreciate our shared experience.

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