I carried her for forty weeks.
In that time I became twice the woman I was before.
Before, I lived for me. I angered when someone offended me, I hurt when someone betrayed me, I rejoiced in my own accomplishments, I planned for my own future.
In forty weeks I became two.
Half of my heart lives on as it did before. I seek satisfaction, peace, accomplishment, joy, love.
Half of my heart is her every step, her every breath, her every accomplishment. I didn't just create her during that time. Yes, her cells divided and multiplied. I too divided and multiplied. Every fiber of my being went from being wholly mine to being wholly hers as well. I'd do anything for her. I'd risk anything for her.
I live on as before.
A whole new me lives on too. A whole me that knows nothing but devote to her. She is satisfaction. She is peace. She is accomplishment. She is joy. She is love. She is my wonderful everything but I remain whole for her.
She'll grow up. She'll need me less. God willing, she will become two one day.
I'll always be here. Whole. Everything I was before she arrived. And so much more.
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