Saturday, November 3, 2012

Musing On Motherhood

          I mention casually my "next baby/babies" and suddenly am struck with the surrealism of the idea. I currently have a child, less than eight months old. He is still very much a baby, still physically and mentally attached to me, still literally drawing his life from me. This baby and I are one person. The idea of my body growing, nurturing, delivering, feeding, holding, and mothering another, separate child, seems almost unreal at this stage of motherhood. That I could ever feel for other children the way I feel about this one, tiny person. That there could possibly be enough of me, ever again, for even one more.
          The idea is just such a fantastic one.