Love, Joy and the Universe
There are days when I flashback to when my children were born. Days that are warm and birds are singing (Lucy, born in June) and days when the snow softly falls and the air is crisp (Tate, born in December). I often think about surreal it all was, how in a few short hours, my world had changed so drastically, and yet, the outside world went on as if nothing had happened. I remember leaving the hospital in the snow after Tate was born, in disbelief that people were headed to work as if it was a normal day…like the universe hadn’t been altered in some cosmic way. Which for me, it had. I went in to the hospital on a Monday and he didn’t exist. When I left on Wednesday, there was a new life in the world. A new person who would make decisions someday that would snowball and affect many others. I think ahead to when I’m a grandmother and I’ll look at everyone around me. Children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews…and I’ll remember that once, there was a world where they did not exist. Once upon a time, I walked into a hospital and then the universe exploded with love and joy.
I imagine it’s that way every time a baby is born. And some days when I drive past the hospitals where my children entered this world, I remember what it was like. I think about all those babies being born on this very day. How they will change the world…and then I go on with my errands, like it’s any other day.
But it’s not. Today is the day that it all changed. Somewhere, someone amazing was born. And he or she is going to make the world a wonderful place to be. I’m happy to be a part of it.
