Yesterday I gave birth to a lil apple cheeked, bright eyed, curly haired, chubby baby with a perfect shaped head, lil ears, nose and toes, and big smile. Mommy's lil angel. Her eyes held all the answers. I'd look in them and know everything that mattered.
The next day she learned to talk. After that she learned to walk.
I became scared. I knew less.
She then learned to talk even louder. I was clueless. I looked in her eyes and seen my own blank stare.
A day or so later she learned to walk further. Coming back with dirty laundry. I began to know something once again........ She walked out of sight.
My life became hell.
Today she is going to have a baby. How is that possible? I look in her eyes and I know all that matters. Its time for baby Angela. Granny's lil angel.
I guess looking back there were many, many things in between. I guess this means we survived. We are starting a new page, chapter, book, series. The baby has created a grandma, uncles and aunts within our team. A team is what we've always been. Our bond is something no one dare challenge and no is able to threaten. Oh, and by the way, the baby is having a baby.