“It’s a Girl!”

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These memories came flooding back, with accompanying waves of emotion, as I was writing a birthday card to my sweet daughter, now a grown-up woman.  

“It’s a girl!” the resident exclaimed.  

After a few, brief moments my husband’s arms reached tentatively out to take the pink-faced, black-haired little bundle from the nurse who, all smiles, was handing her to him. Time seemed to slow down, wait, and almost stand still. Wonder spread across John’s face like sunbeams bursting through clouds after a storm as he gazed into the now-seeing, but bleary eyes of the daughter he was now holding.  Those sea-green eyes, so full of emotion, like lakes brimming over after the spring thaw, sought mine. A wobbly smile and tearfilled eyes answered that lover’s call. This beautiful miracle represented all our love and hopes and dreams. How could this perfect, 10-fingered, 10-toed little girl be all that?  

“She’s beautiful!” he said huskily, then added, “I love you.”  A kiss sealed those words–and his love-in my heart forever as he gently placed our new daughter in my waiting arms.

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About bjdonaldson

I think of myself as a Renaissance woman with a variety of passions. If you visited me, you might find me hanging out with my husband and children. Our Golden Retriever would be lovingly near. I am a Literacy Coach/Reading Specialist at an elementary school where I provide professional development and coaching to teachers. Formerly, I was a Reading Recovery teacher, an interventionist, and a middle and elementary classroom teacher. Getting up in the morning is not hard; I still love making a difference in the lives of children and teachers.

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  1. This is is stunningly beautiful.recollection. “How could this perfect, 10-fingered, 10-toed little girl be all that?” Through each stage of their growing well into adulthood – aren’t there days when you think “But I just brought you home from the hospital yesterday”?

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    • Yes, you understand! I often think of the song, “Sunrise, Sunset” (at least I think that is its name) with a twinge of sadness. The years fly by so quickly-all amazing, wonder-filled years, mind you. They are just flying by so quickly. It is good to remind myself to slow down and savor them. Thank you for the comment.

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  2. I love this, especially because it feels like not so long ago that I looked at my beautiful newborn and longingly asked my mother-in-law “when you look at your son, do you ever still see the baby?” She said no, but my heart says yes – and your post tells me that I will always remember the newborn, even when my children are adults.

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  3. I love this post! It brought me back to the birth of my children. The commenter above really hit home with her sentiment of our heart always remembering those amazing moments.

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  4. I loved how you slowed down the moment you met your baby girl and how you showed the love you and your husband shared at that moment – for each other and for your newborn.
    I remember each of my children’s births (I have 3, the oldest is 31). I remember that magical moment where I first get to hold that special little one and to tell them how much I loved them.
    Did you share your slice with your daughter? (Was it part of the card you wrote her?)

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    • Yes, I copied the slice in her birthday card. She hasn’t opened it yet, because she wants to come up for a dinner and open it then. I will be curious to see her reaction.

      I am glad that you felt the emotion in the slice. I think I have such strong feelings inside of me that I have to try to let the out. I’m thankful some of the was felt by a reader. Thank you for the comment.

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