This is sort of my life right now. It’s pretty glorious.
Also, his grip is strong too. Trust me. In his fist right now, he has a handful of my hair. Moth is toast.
This is sort of my life right now. It’s pretty glorious.
Also, his grip is strong too. Trust me. In his fist right now, he has a handful of my hair. Moth is toast.
I’m not sure what it will be like meeting God, face to face, after I die, but I can only assume that it will be something like meeting my baby for the first time. I was so tired, my body had been utterly exhausted after 43 hours of labor and I couldn’t stop crying, though I wasn’t even sure why I was crying — yet I remember none of that mattering because the only thing that I wanted in the whole world was to hold her in my arms and to see her for the first time. I already knew her — that I understood almost intuitively. But, I wanted to see her. And when she was with me, everything was all right and there was only her and me and she was so beautiful that I cried all the more. The pain and stress of pregnancy, the difficulties and labor pains, all the suffering that I had endured seemed so little and petty in comparison to be able to hold my baby. Later, my husband told me that there were at least twenty people in the room all around us, all doing something. Didn’t notice them. It was just her and me, and I could have watched her forever out of pure love and adoration.
Perhaps death will be a little bit like labor. When I was first pregnant, I feared labor for I heard it was so painful, and there was no backing out of it once it started. And it was — labor was the most difficult thing I have endured so far. But as soon as it was over, it didn’t matter because I had my baby.
Right now, I fear death because it sounds so painful. But, perhaps when it is over, it won’t matter because I will have the Lord of Love Himself, Christ Jesus. And, like my daughter, whom I already knew before she was born, I will have known Him before I died, and embrace Him all the more for it out of pure love and adoration.
This pretty much sums up a huge part of my life right now. Well, that and keeping her away from eating things that she really shouldn’t be eating…
My baby has an unusually strong grip, which used to be cute when she was very, very tiny, but now as she enters toddlerhood, is becoming much more of a nuisance. Still, because she’s so little, people think that she has this cute tiny baby grip.
As you can guess, this has caused some interesting situations.
One of the most memorable times was at a photo shoot in which she was all dolled up in a cute kimono for Hinamatsuri. As I sat down with the photographer in front of the computer to decide which photos to keep, my daughter kept on trying to grab everything that she shouldn’t, from picture frames to computer mice to — yes — the photographer herself.
I did my best to wrangle her away from everything, not wanting to cause an international incident, but the photographer was enamored with my cute, wide-eyed baby. “Oh, it’s okay,” she said after the umpteenth time my baby tried to grab at her.
“Are you sure?” I asked carefully, still wrestling with my baby.
“Oh yes, I’m good with children.”
I reluctantly loosened my grip on my daughter, and she rushed out as quickly as she could to grab the photographer’s face. At first, the photographer was all smiles. But then, when my daughter’s pincer-like grip established itself, she winced and pried my daughter’s fingers off of her face.
“She is stronger than I thought,” she said.
I got so many hand-me-down onesies with blue butterflies! It was amazing. And, it was from the other side of the family who probably didn’t even know about this comic. What can I say? Blue butterflies seem to be a staple with girl’s onesies. Moths? Not so much…
Of course, you can get your own Moth baby onesie at the Moth and Myth: The Bacon Fund shop! Well… it has Myth too. Because baby onesies need to have blue butterflies, apparently.
Speaking of babies, my baby is having lots of fun being nocturnal. Lots and lots and lots of fun… *sighs*
Sometimes, the baby feels like she is growing five million legs at once. However? Today was a good day. Today, she kicked with the gentleness of a butterfly.