Yesterday I was walking with my children. Correction. They were shooting up the road on their razor scooters. While I followed up behind, yelling, “wait up”.
I laughed to myself.
And remembered (insert zig zag screen here), I am a long cooker.
“You haven’t had that baby yet?”
“Oh my gosh, how many weeks past due are you”
“You haven’t had that baby yet?” (they like to ask this more than once).
I would walk, up and down the street with my HUGE belly. The neighborhood birds in between puffs of smoke would cackle at me, “hey Robin, not yet?”.
No, not yet, I would smile and sigh. Stopping to share the latest news.
Boy was I sight.
By myself puffing up that hill.
I walked up that hill with almost everyone of them.
I’d walk and walk and walk hoping to trigger labor. Maybe today, maybe tonight, I’d hope.
And with one of them I was in labor, I remember stopping to catch my breath…
Walk it out.
And now look at me.
They are running ahead and I am savoring this vision of them small, happy, laughing with tall mighty 60 year old trees towering above them.
All from my belly.
PS Thanks to the High School student who came up with my super creative post title.