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Yesterday was the first day of my life. Here are some of the things I remember. The drumbeats- rhythmically pounding.I was so used to that sound, but now I feel alienated from it. I feel an immense pressure on my head and I feel suffocated. I kick and push and I feel a way somewhere. I know I must get out. The pressure seems to be building. I move around. Where is the warmth that I felt all this while. Why am I being crushed? Why is it so bright? What just happened? Who are these people? Why am I cold?
Yesterday my son was born. All this while I had him near my heart. I could feel him move inside me. And now he must come out. It is time. What will he feel now?Will he still love me? Does he know what is happening? Can he process so much information? Does he know that the people holding him are his loved ones? Does he know he is in the real world? Does he...
I look up at a smiling face. I reach for it. And I feel loved. The face kisses my hand, coos in my ear. I feel wonderful and happy and I want to sleep. And I do...
I watch him sleep and the dream he dreams..The smile that is yet to be, the words yet to come, the feet yet to walk, the life yet to live. For now, I am content watching him sleep. And dream..