This is not a picture of me and Jack, although it almost looks like it could be. My sister tagged me in this game of "sixth picture tag" where you're supposed to go to the sixth folder of your picture folder and take the sixth picture and blog about it. The sixth item in my sixth picture folder (2007) is a folder (03-minnesota), so I went inside there and took the sixth picture from that. It's me and Thomas, just a few days after he was born. He had high bilirubin and was supposed to get lots of sunshine under doctor's orders and I just thought he was the most precious thing I'd ever seen. I hadn't been able to make it back so close after the births of my other two nephews, unfortunately, so this was the tiniest baby I'd ever held. It's strange to look at this photo where I look pretty much the same and yet so much has changed. I don't think I would've possibly dreamed that I would be striking the same pose with mine own flesh and blood a year and a half later. It seems like it takes so long to get ready for this kind of thing, and then once you are, you just are. Poetically, for the purposes of this post, Thomas actually helped in the readying of this mother. It was last January when Alison's family had come out to California to visit and Thomas was pretty much the happiest baby ever at that point in time. I remember thinking, "Wow, why don't I have one of these? Maybe mine won't be quite this happy, but if I have the chance to have something in my life even one fraction of this happy, why don't I?" So I'm sure Jack will be the first to say (as soon as he can talk): Thanks Thomas!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
The sixth picture
This is not a picture of me and Jack, although it almost looks like it could be. My sister tagged me in this game of "sixth picture tag" where you're supposed to go to the sixth folder of your picture folder and take the sixth picture and blog about it. The sixth item in my sixth picture folder (2007) is a folder (03-minnesota), so I went inside there and took the sixth picture from that. It's me and Thomas, just a few days after he was born. He had high bilirubin and was supposed to get lots of sunshine under doctor's orders and I just thought he was the most precious thing I'd ever seen. I hadn't been able to make it back so close after the births of my other two nephews, unfortunately, so this was the tiniest baby I'd ever held. It's strange to look at this photo where I look pretty much the same and yet so much has changed. I don't think I would've possibly dreamed that I would be striking the same pose with mine own flesh and blood a year and a half later. It seems like it takes so long to get ready for this kind of thing, and then once you are, you just are. Poetically, for the purposes of this post, Thomas actually helped in the readying of this mother. It was last January when Alison's family had come out to California to visit and Thomas was pretty much the happiest baby ever at that point in time. I remember thinking, "Wow, why don't I have one of these? Maybe mine won't be quite this happy, but if I have the chance to have something in my life even one fraction of this happy, why don't I?" So I'm sure Jack will be the first to say (as soon as he can talk): Thanks Thomas!
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Aww, what a nice picture! What a fun "assignment"! I'm so glad you participated! I want to go back and look at all of T's baby pictures now.
And, by the way, the word verification on your post about motherhood is: mumas
It's wierd I tell you.
I feel like the luckiest person in the world right now. I have the most wonderful daughters, one of them honors me with a "sixth picture" of a yellow dahlia, which by the way is my favorite, and the other one honors her sister (with whom she fought day and night when they were kids) with a loving picture of her newborn nephew. I feel blessed -- and who cares if the world economy is tanking?
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