For anyone who is a parent…have you ever had a moment where you sat back and looked at your child like, “Wow. I MADE THAT.”
Especially us women.
Because, really, we actually made that.
I’ll never forget the first time I looked at Kellan and thought, “So that’s you.”
The you who kicked me at 3am or who stuck their little bum up in my ribs or who got the hiccups all the time and I’d put my hand on my belly, hoping to pacify you, if only just a little bit.
It is kind of an otherworldly experience, really, because that tiny person started out as two cells – TWO CELLS – and now, look at him.
This little person who I knew last year as – literally – a bump that moved and punched and hiccuped and gave me heartburn. One year later, he’s a lively baby boy who does all of that, still, minus the heartburn.
They are born…and then they grow…it’s a little person. A teeny, tiny human.
I made a teeny tiny human.
From basically nothing.
That’s like, crazy alien type stuff right there.
I legit grew another person.
Until this actually happens to you, you really have no idea how crazy weird that it all really is. I think seeing the end result – a la baby – is where it finally hits you like WHOA.
TEENY TINY PERSON.
I did that.
Obviously, I am failing miserably to find an eloquent way to say this. You know, I don’t think there is an eloquent way to explain the feeling and the reality behind tiny person creation. If you find any, it was probably written by a man who has no idea what he’s talking about.
Their “part” in the creation process is all of two seconds…or five
They don’t…they can’t know.
Well, until the baby is actually here, in the flesh, and then their eyes get all big and they’re like, WHOA.
YOU MADE THAT.