Some days I can’t wait…
…to sleep comfortably
…to sit easily
…to balance unconsciously when walking
…to see my toes
…to wear my favorite, worn, too small t-shirt
…to slide on jeans that fit
…to lay on my stomach to color
…to eat spicy foods without a qualm
…to have a belly button again
And some days three children all talking at once, laughing at once, screaming at once, crying at once seems like quite a bit to handle on my own. And i think perhaps i’ll miss the small interloper who has taken hold of my body. My perfect little echo-heartbeat, my unjudging sounding board, my source of strength when the jagged edges of my life aren’t quite matching up. And i wonder just how lost i’ll feel when that small warmth is ripped from me and laid in my arms.
Some days, i think i may not miss seeing my toes so badly after all
