I am up on The Mid which is an amazing new site for people in, well, the mid.
Crap, I guess I’m in the mid.
I started to write this one as I realized that I am actually, thankfully, on the other side of having babies. It’s a bittersweet place to be.
And here is my first baby and oh my god I just want to eat him up.
On the other side of babies are long limbs sticking out of shorts and bellies that never seem to get full and aching bones from all of the cells stretching and multiplying to make room for whole entire people.
On the other side of babies are gray hairs twisting up and out of your body in the most unlikely of places. These hairs give you a second’s pause, and then you pluck them out and move on.
On the other side of babies are parking lots. Parking lots where you wait. Parking lots where you talk about field trips or sometimes where you hide on those days when you just…can’t.
On the other side of babies are periods that don’t do what they used to do.
On the other side of babies are stinky bodies that still fold into you with relief or fear or love or just because.
On the other side of babies are looks of understanding when you explain why we do things or why we don’t or why we are kind or why we care.