11 April 2006

I started a journal for Ari at the start of my pregnancy. My intention was to record her milestones, my feelings as she grows older, cute things she did and said. I would have given this to her at some appropriate point- her 18th birthday, the birth of her own child. These are excerpts:

To my dear child: You rest deep in my belly, an unexpected addition to my body, making every inch richly sacred. Truth be told, you are not unexpected, as my heart has felt your arrival for some time now- premonitions, yearnings, dreams. For some time now, the seed that is now you has been actively present. For some time now, perhaps in reality forever, I have loved you ever so largely and wholly. You are my coming home- coming home to my ancestors who have, over the millenniums, traveled the journey of motherhood; coming home to rediscover myself as a woman; coming home to a physical nest that I will create for our family for our lives. You have taken my body, making it sacred, magical, and creative, for you my dear child are sacred, magical, and creative. I love you, mom.