Saturday, April 12, 2008

Nine Months

Ca y est, le Petit has now been living outside of the womb for as long as he lived on the inside.

It has been nine months since his birthday, and since he showed up a mere nine minutes before his due date, the halfway point is approximate but close enough.

It took him nine months to grow into joining the world outside, and nine more months for me to grow into being his mom. Not that I've got it all mastered, mind you, but the important part about learning to trust him and trust my instincts is starting to sink in.

I think that if you could ask him, and if he could remember the way-back-when-before, he'd say that he's pretty happy out here with the rest of us. A better view, certainly. Right now he observes everything, smiles at everyone, and easily and mysteriously breaks into laughter.

He is so joyful. I wish so hard for him to never lose that joy. It feels like something that has grown with him, inside and now beside me, and he gives it back to me each day as a gift.


meera said...

good luck with your first day of work tomorrow... and happy nine month birthday to le petit. lovely post, as usual!

Parisienne Mais Presque said...

Thank you, meera! I feel remarkably zen about the return to work tomorrow. I'm still anxious about le Petit, but I am beginning to think it just might go okay...

...and at any rate, I'll have Wednesdays off from now on, so that makes it like, already Thursday tomorrow, right?

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful post! I can't wait for le petit to read it as an adult.
- Stephanie