In four days, Friday, March 22, my 39th week of my second pregnancy and the day of our planned c-section for Baby Boy Bump, I can’t help but remember the little family that started with Husband, myself, and this guy in a cozy apartment in Westfield above a Windmill restaurant:
I’m nervous and excited to become the mother of two and still am not sure when that happened? When did I become a mother, let alone the mother of two???
Life is funny that way, isn’t it?
We wonder and wait for things that are going to happen. Impatiently we flood our mind with future whens – When will I meet him? When will I get married? When will I have children? We forget that in all moments it is happening, that life is happening and unfolding and becoming always. And one day, you’ve married him and are the mother of two and think about how far away you are from the person you were only a few years ago.
Life is a road in which the direction you go is based on decisions you make. It’s scary and beautiful and when you think you might be going the wrong way, there’s a chance to take a different way. Trust the direction. Trust the road. Life is being constructed on it as we speak.
