Mom

The baby was so active last night, dancing his crazy dance in my ballroom belly. He responds to my voice, my touch. I felt a little sad at the thought that soon he will be living outside of me. We are so close; the connection is so strong. He is so much a part of me.

How does a mother ever let her baby go? I wondered.

My mom called to check on me this morning. I love when she does that. She asked me if I was sleeping, and if there was anything going on yet.

I told her no, I'm at WalMart, walking around trying to get some contractions started and so far, nothing to report. She told me to give up, go home, rest with my feet up. She didn't say she would call to check on me later. She didn't have to.

We hung up, and I realized the answer to my question:

How do mothers ever let their babies go?

Maybe they never do.