When I woke up this morning, you were still sleeping, but your body was very much awake. I looked at your arms stretched out and your little toes twitching. Then my eyes stopped when I saw your heart beating through your pajamas.
It shouldn’t be so amazing to see a heart beating, but when I think of the long, sometimes painful, road that led me to this cloudy Monday morning in a pink bedroom where I’m watching the heart beat of a little girl who shares my last name…it’s nothing short of a miracle.
A heart beats around 3 billion times in a lifetime. As your mother, I am acutely aware that I will be in your presence for just a small fraction of those. The number of mornings that I will get to sit on the edge of your bed and watch you, are numbered.
And I don’t know what that number is.
So, I silently watch in wonder while this little girl whose incredible heart is beating insistently in the shadows of a Monday morning sunrise.
And I whisper under my breath…
thank you
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