39 Weeks

It’s official. Cole has been out of my belly for as long as he was in. Motherhood has meant the world to me. I wanted it. I longed for it. I went out and grabbed it. I got it.

Having my first (and only thank you) child  at age 34 has been such a blessing. I was able to get so much of life that this feels like a wondrous continuation of a journey I started long ago. Childhood grew to young adulthood and I was blessed with those experiences. Over the years I have had the chance to try out my skills as a college student, single woman, educated woman, married woman, career woman, and now mother. Each phase of this journey came with it experiences, both painful and joyous, none of which I would take back even for a moment. It has been a natural unfolding of events that led me right to where I was going. I happily leave my “childless” status behind because I ate up that life already. I did what I wanted to do with it and was ready to move on.

Cole is a joy I only read about experiencing. Every cliché phrase that has been said by every mother in existence comes to my mind and rings true in my heart but I won’t bore you with them. If you are a mother, you already know. If you are not, my description will not help. Words just pale in comparison so I’ll leave them unsaid. My journey now turns to focus on someone else’s journey. Someone that I helped create and a journey that I will happily shape until the time comes when his own wisdom will guide him. At that time, I will happily leave this phase having enjoyed everything there was to experience and be ready for what comes next.

Happy 9 months, Cole. I hope you have enjoyed them as much as I.