Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Like many mama's, particularly those that have had many pregnancies, my belly is not smooth and sleek. I have wide stretch-marks; ribbons of honor for all the babies that have blossomed from within.
Maybe it feels like kneading dough with his toes. I often find him kneading my belly with his feet as he awakens in the morning in our bed. Later, his hands slip under my shirt for a soft poke into my belly while I'm working in the kitchen. I sweetly shoo him 'out' while his eyes twinkle at me and a grin spreads across his mouth. Like a little game, he comes again, usually while I'm working, as if he's hoping I won't notice.
How could I not notice!
That Little Boy Has My Heart