At some point this past week, Erin officially has been "on the outside" longer than she was on the inside. She was born just shy of 42 weeks and this is her 42nd week of life. This particular milestone is not one well noted, at least not in a way I'm aware. Yet it seems very important to me. All that time she spent just with me will now and forever be surpassed by the world as she experiences it on her own. And as much as I tried to provide a healthy, nurturing place for her to be on the inside, so will I endeavor onwards for as long as I am her mother.
Go on, little girl. The world is yours.
5 comments:
Awww, that fogged my eyes up a little :).
And I couldn't think of a better mother for her. You are one lucky girl, Erin!!
Now I must go find some kleenex....
You made me cry, dagnabbit. You're a really great writer, Ash.
You're one of those sappy Hallmark-card-buying people, aren't you?
Erin is lucky to have such a mom.
Uh oh...danger, danger...this starts the slippery slope to baby #2 and then you find yourself crying when you hear Wynona Judd sing "I Want To Know What Love Is."
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