The crib skirt I ordered came in the mail yesterday. This morning, I asked Brian twice if he wanted to come see it. He did not. My feelings weren't that hurt, because Ramona really wanted to see it. We ran in together and she admired it with me. She asked if she could get in her baby brother's crib. I said no, but did she want to open all the packages of blankets with me? We really needed to get our shoes on, we needed to get our hair brushed and get out the door for school, but instead we stopped and played baby. We opened the blankets, picked out our favorites, spread them all over, and made plans to wash and fold them together tonight.
"Mama, my baby brother is going to be so precious to me", she says. And of course, I cried a little. Because of her sweet heart. Because I'm excited too. Because she is so precious to me. And because he will be too.
Things are different this time. When I got ready for Ramona, everything was perfect. I washed her things so carefully and treated them with reverence. This time, I know these pretty blue and green blankets will be played with and removed over and over again before he is born. They will be folded into lumps and maybe walked over. Hopefully with clean-ish feet.
6 more weeks until we meet the precious baby brother.
Nova,
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful...I almost cried when I read it!! Are you a published author? If not, you should be. My daughter was four when my son was born. Your story put me right back in his room with my Kristen, as we got it ready for him. :) I hadn't thought of it for years. Thanks for sharing and I will keep reading. I have to say again how moving and well written it is!
I miss seeing you!
Karen Ingram