Maya is still enlightening me… (at 8 mo. old)
The time has flown in a way…
my daughter is 8 months old….
“My daughter”
I remember your yaya
telling me to say it
in the hospital
Not really believing it yet.
After so long a wait
our souls are united
It seems like only yesterday, you were inside me
Hardly moving, so content
except for the big turn, facing down…
It seems like just yesterday we were bouncing in the pool trying to make “Maya” arrive by her due-date.
So worried that she would be late and we’d have to induce…
We were so lucky Maya and I,
and daddy too…
And the grey cow born on the same day you were
during a mild hurricaine
an auspicious start, I think.
An all-natural birth
am I a total masochist?
“Why?” My women friends ask me.
“Definitely not for me.” I answer.
For the sake of her clarity…
I was exhausted after two hours of hard pushing
but luckily I had an experienced midwife
who knew I could do it…
I could…
And Maya had one eye open, one closed and half-smiled at me, like Budda…
My own personal budda…
How lucky am I?
And she breastfed…
Easy in the hospital, but hard for a couple weeks at home,
and recovering, sitz baths…
Maya is still breast-feeding at eight months,
we’re trying for a year, then maybe just at night…
we’ll see…
no rush my child…
but of late you seem to be rushing yourself…
Trying to talk
babbling, saying, “Dada”
So intent on crawling,
slow down,
we need to finish childproofing.
You focus so well
when I read to you
But love the ‘feely’ books the best.
Trying to feed yourself
Grabbing the spoon from me
When I feed you some organic baby food
I should make you homemade everyday, but you understand when I don’t…
The faces you make, then I say “yummy” and you smile.
You just discovered you love it when I sneeze
We had a laughing fit more than once
God I love to see you laugh!
I love how you trust me…
You can, always.
You are growing up too fast…
be my baby some more…
We have a whole year together
four months of spring and summer left
It will still not be enough…
Standing up at crib…trying to walk, crawling pretty well, although she is confined to a large area rug, pulling herself up unassisted…Maya is almost a toddler.
I mourn the loss of ‘the baby’…
Though hearing her say, “Mama” was the best Mother’s Day gift I received, on this, my first Mother’s Day as a mother.
May 13, 2010 at 1:26 pm