Sunday, February 1, 2009

A Secret Whispered in the Spanish Room

I'm feeling pretty overcome with gratitude for the sweetness of life right now. We moved into our new house over the weekend, and it is wonderful. There are lots of fun details (a mermaid painted on the side of the claw-foot tub, for example).

The upstairs bedroom has a bunch of cubby spaces, which my niece (Oceana) enjoyed playing in today. She said that one was her "Spanish room," and one was her "English room," and one was her "thinking room."

I crawled into the "Spanish room" with her, closed the door, and told her (in the dark) that I am pregnant. She seemed pretty nonchalant about it, but asked if I was going to have the baby today. I told her she would be 5 years old before the baby is born. She patted my stomach (which is beginning to show a little) and then went on with her play.

Later, Oceana was amused when her mom told her that the baby is only about the size of a peanut. She laughed, and I wondered what image popped into her mind when she heard that.

As for my pregnancy, everything is going smoothly. The morning sickness has eased off a little, thank goodness. I find myself remembering my first pregnancy a lot, and remembering Sage. I am learning to hold my memories of him alongside my dreams of my second child.

My mom made this beautiful card for me for my birthday.

It says:

Let today--
the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

1 comment:

Sara said...

Congratulations! I wish you a smooth, easy pregnancy and a healthy baby. It took me a long time to learn to hold sorrow and joy, memories and dreams together and to understand that one does not take away from the other. May you find healing in this process.