I put away my maternity clothes today. I finally got to the ironing, a chore I tend to avoid so much I hold an annual Thanksgiving ironing marathon that lasts until dinnertime. I decided it was time to move the maternity wear to the back of the closet, as motivation to lose those last five pounds of baby weight but mostly as bittersweet closure. I’ve spent most of 2008 with child and it’s a part of my identity I won’t soon forget.
There is something magical about carrying someone within your body. What a blessing to share self that way.