It all began at that moment. The mama I was, the mama I am, was born of that moment. A moment I often return to many moons later.
It all began then, at that life-altering moment, a moment of unexpected transformation, a moment encapsulating uncharted emotions and feelings, a moment that I have since swaddled in amber and enshrined within …
It all began at that moment. The mama I was, the mama I am, was born of that moment. A moment I often return to many moons later.
It all began then, at that life-altering moment, a moment of unexpected transformation, a moment encapsulating uncharted emotions and feelings, a moment that I have since swaddled in amber and enshrined within my heart for eternity.
A gift of a moment that I could not have possibly prepared myself for, even though I thought I had. My one book that instantly became a mass of inked margins and tatty-turned corners could not have readied me. I might have had some knowledge, but knowledge isn't knowing.
That moment, that very instant when I knew you had moved, you had just danced for me, danced within me, for the very first time. In that second, I awakened to a deep ancient knowledge, a re-membering in my bones that told me so. Told me what no book could.
A movement so tiny yet so viscerally life-changing, causing my heart to respond in ways I never knew existed. In ways that I could not articulate because I did not have a language for any of this. Not back then, back when I was but a child in the form of a woman.
My entire body responded in achingly intense ways that I could not resist and, I could not deny. I could only accept and allow.
Your first dance changed me. It had brought upon my soul something so surreal, and I was no longer the same me anymore.
Beautiful, Tracey, you have offered such a lovely way to see those early movements, the reawakening of 'a deep, ancient knowledge', and the intimacy of that first dance. 🙏
So evocative. I'd never thought of that sensation as a dance but now you've sent me back in memory to the movements of my two children inside me, and I have renewed access to that time through your words about your experience. Thank you for sharing this. Tx
As always, I appreciate your time here Tanya, even more so with all that you are journeying through. Lots of love to you, your mother and the rest of your family. xx
"Swaddled in amber," just wonderful. I too never thought of it as a dance, but that is just what it is. Such a wonderful memory of the first time that I too felt my daughter. Really related to thinking I was prepared, "the inked margins and tatty-turned corners." I laugh at the thought now! xx
It all began at that moment. The mama I was, the mama I am, was born of that moment. A moment I often return to many moons later.
It all began then, at that life-altering moment, a moment of unexpected transformation, a moment encapsulating uncharted emotions and feelings, a moment that I have since swaddled in amber and enshrined within my heart for eternity.
A gift of a moment that I could not have possibly prepared myself for, even though I thought I had. My one book that instantly became a mass of inked margins and tatty-turned corners could not have readied me. I might have had some knowledge, but knowledge isn't knowing.
That moment, that very instant when I knew you had moved, you had just danced for me, danced within me, for the very first time. In that second, I awakened to a deep ancient knowledge, a re-membering in my bones that told me so. Told me what no book could.
A movement so tiny yet so viscerally life-changing, causing my heart to respond in ways I never knew existed. In ways that I could not articulate because I did not have a language for any of this. Not back then, back when I was but a child in the form of a woman.
My entire body responded in achingly intense ways that I could not resist and, I could not deny. I could only accept and allow.
Your first dance changed me. It had brought upon my soul something so surreal, and I was no longer the same me anymore.
I had become a mama the moment you danced for me.
Beautiful, Tracey, you have offered such a lovely way to see those early movements, the reawakening of 'a deep, ancient knowledge', and the intimacy of that first dance. 🙏
Thank you, Shelia, for taking the time to read and comment. I am pleased that this piece spoke to you. 🙏
So evocative. I'd never thought of that sensation as a dance but now you've sent me back in memory to the movements of my two children inside me, and I have renewed access to that time through your words about your experience. Thank you for sharing this. Tx
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As always, I appreciate your time here Tanya, even more so with all that you are journeying through. Lots of love to you, your mother and the rest of your family. xx
"Swaddled in amber," just wonderful. I too never thought of it as a dance, but that is just what it is. Such a wonderful memory of the first time that I too felt my daughter. Really related to thinking I was prepared, "the inked margins and tatty-turned corners." I laugh at the thought now! xx
Dear Shelia, I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment, thank you! We are so very blessed to have these memories aren't we 🙏