Intellectually, I got it. Everything else is a complete mystery, and I loved it. I look in delight at my beautiful wife as she takes her long walks, struggles to turn from side to side during the night, pauses to smile at me, or transforms from her big belly nightgown garb into a stunning outfit upon leaving the house. I am in awe of how seamless this 9 month transition is toward her becoming a mother. She is anxious and ready. Her body somehow knows what to do.
I am the intimate, expecting bystander; a third-party advocate clearing a path and hoping to make her as secure and comfortable in their process. This dance that has been happening for millenniums. I can not feel the movement of baby inside her womb or her aches as he moves to find comfort. She regularly talks with baby because they already know each other; they have grown together. I am anxiously waiting to meet him, to see him, for him to become tangible. I want to feel whatever that feeling is when parents say, "We have a baby."
2 comments:
You are one eloquent mofo.
Your 'waiting' comments are absolutely beautiful. You already are in the driver's seat as a father by loving and supporting your son's mother as she prepares for birth. Thank you for sharing a waiting father's perspective.
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