Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Nesting Part II
In the fall of 1992, I was pregnant with my first baby. I went about my days teaching school to some 5th graders and coming home and painting, preparing and otherwise "nesting" in a big way. That word was unknown to me at the time but I was feathering my nest just like a mother bird...anticipating, smiling, imagining and wondering. It was a blissful time.
It was impossible to picture -- us with a baby.
John would take the tiny outfits that we had been given and make the tiny legs walk with their hanger and speak in a tiny voice..."Here I am!" he would say.
We'd giggle and try to picture us as parents.
Preparing for a baby when it seems that most of the world is preparing for another important birth is extremely special. It felt like my universe made sense. I could relate to Mary on the back of that donkey in a big way...and giving birth in a stable didn't seem so bad, better than on the side of the road!
I cherished the idea of a star pointing the way to that stable...loved the royal visitors...every part of the story seemed better for being pregnant too.
As we got the room ready, our hearts ready and our world ready we felt nervous and excited.
There was no way to know how it would all go but it didn't matter. It felt joyous and right.
And on December 26th, 1992, we met our first born. He came easily. He was sleepy and snuggly and the very best bit of Christmas magic around. We slid into parenthood and marveled.
Nothing can prepare you for the expansion of your heart or the experience of a whole new world.
And so yesterday, as I found myself cleaning and washing and imagining and picturing not just one child coming home from college but two, I couldn't help but smile.
The nesting, it seems, doesn't end.
Like everything, it morphs...
but there is a familiarity to it.
I went into Jack's room yesterday and got it ready. I lingered over the pictures from high school, the photos, the memories and the feel of having him here. I moved to Mary Kate's room, changed the sheets, smiled at the pictures and posters and primping supplies left behind in her safe haven.
It felt a lot like getting ready for babies to be born...and in a way it was...my babies are most definitely in their college cocoon. They are transforming and growing and changing and slowly being born into adulthood.
It's scary and sacred...just like the months before birth.
So, I guess I'm Nesting Part II.
Who knew that it continued?
Never got that tidbit of info.
But, it doesn't matter. I'm smiling with anticipation. I'm looking forward to seeing them both walk off their airplanes...ready to look deep into their eyes, hug them tight and drink them in...just like their real birth-days many moons ago.
Welcome Home sweet ones...we missed you!