Tag Archives: Changes

Third time’s charm

Third time’s charm

I saw you last week and it made you real. Not that you haven’t consumed my every thought, and not that I’m not holding you in my heart. I’m not saying I couldn’t feel you were there. I certainly have watched my belly expand to fit you, and my pants stretch to accommodate your growth,… Read more

Wondering

Wondering

Will you be my last? Entrusting me to grow your long, dark lashes, your ten fingers and ten toes. Will you be the last one? My last time to be penalized for simply brushing my teeth, by returning the contents of my breakfast in the nearby toilet, with you in mind. Is this my pregnancy… Read more

Two poutines and one wax cup

Two poutines and one wax cup

She’s done this before. Waiting in line at the drug store, arm weighted down to her hip, trying to be discreet about the hot pink pregnancy test box containing her fate. She spontaneously sandwiches it between two boxes of Smarties calling her name, which she doesn’t even like, if only to fill the time that has… Read more

Bidding goodnight to the dink

Bidding goodnight to the dink

I’m letting go but I’m holding you close. Arching your back as the sun sleeps, begging me, pleading as you can do at two years old, for your nightly “dinky duss.” For all 842 days and nights of your life, it’s been this way. Except for this unexceptional, anticlimactic night upon which I’ve decided to… Read more

Shedding

Shedding

How many times will I shed this skin? Revolving, morphing who I call myself. How much more will my perceptions of my place in the world change? Of how I view its complexities, of how I see its humanity. With each shedding I learn. Learn what love really looks and feels like- that it can… Read more

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