10,000 Days – Gestation

by practicalspactical

“What is it like — to have a baby in your belly?” I ask my mother. “Isn’t is really strange?”

“Well I knew you — I felt like I knew you. I would play with you — feel you kicking. I knew your name — either Josh or Sarah — and I knew you were a boy.”

“You mean you guessed it.”

“I knew it.”

“Ok.”

“So, it was a relationship. With a person. Not with a ghost, or a spirit, or some potentiality.”

“No, right, you were a person, real, a baby, not imaginary or artificial at all.”

“Hmm. That makes it even weirder, and grosser, slippery and living.”

“Sure. There’s a little bit that Alien thing” (which clearly is a devilish yanked-from-the-subconscious attempt to tap into those anxieties of growth and good growth/bad growth — baby v. cancer) “but then you get to know the person and you’re sort of anxious to meet them already.”

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Later my father tells me that he has told his childhood (youngadulthood) friend about this blog, and that the friend likes it.

I think about my father then and my father now and me now and me later and me then (the twinkle, as it were) and say to him:

“It must be crazy to have children.”

“You have no idea,” he says.