LESSONS IN MOTHERHOOD - PART 1
Pay attention, I have valuable information to impart.
I have no more dignity left. Absolutely....none. Usually, dignity is left behind when you arrive at the hospital and don a hospital issue gown or when your waters break in the middle of a shopping centre. Well. Mine left me with the trash about 4 months ago. I held tightly to a little tiny shred of it though. But even now, that has been cruelly taken away from me.
Exhibit 1:: When your belly sticks out like a torpedo, any slight morsel or dribble of anything remotely near your mouth falls directly onto your belly. What would have gone on the floor, or in the sink - say for example toothpaste, now just goes in a big gloop on your clothes. Usually a top you have just put on. Toothpaste is particularly enjoying it's time on the belly now. I keep forgetting to lean so far over I can almost see my toes again when I brush my teeth. And I keep wearing black tops. Not good.
Exhibit 2:: It's amazing the power of friends. Especially good friends. And good friends are very hard to come by. You know the ones - those people who think like you, understand you, inspire you, can anticipate your needs without you saying anything, the ones you don't have to give instructions to for buying presents for you etc etc. I have some great friends. Nic and Jo - you guys, you just know intuitively what I want (read the comments). And your inner sense of what a mother needs for her upcoming birth is, well, it's left me speechless. Tears are welling in my eyes as I think of the complete and utter kindness you have shown me - the thought, the process, the coordination. A matching mother and baby tack hat, and possible matching birthing mat. Brilliant. You guys - you complete me.
How could I possibly thank these two? How could I somehow rise to the Tack Challenge after Nic's bold statement?
It seems fitting to make a babies bib. That way, when the baby gets the shock of it's life upon arriving to find it's mother looking like a christmas tree and that it too will be wearing it's very own matching christmas tree within minutes, this is after being dragged out of me to the sight of a rag knit birthing mat with Jesus Christ and the Last Supper on it, it can throw up all over a nice tackeeeeeee bib as a gesture of it's adoration for the things it's new life has presented it. Now no-one dare say I don't think through the actual process of raising a baby. And if all else fails, it will catch the toothpaste dribbles quite nicely.