No more bed rest. According to my midwife’s calendar, I am 37 weeks today. I’m supposed to still “take it easy,” but I can resume most of my normal activities, namely being a mother to my children. Thank you for your prayers. We are blessed beyond measure.
Over the past two weeks I’ve had ample time for reflection. I have much to write about and have been jotting down random thoughts in my journal. It’s amazing how children – even babies in utero whom you’ve never met – can impart lessons of great value. I do plan on writing about some of the lessons I learned during this time of waiting. It’s on my to-do list, but for right now what I desire more than anything is to enjoy the freedom I took for granted before I was “sentenced” to bed rest. Even though my children were never far from me, I missed them. I missed hands-on mothering (even the day-to-day care that I too often find myself groaning about) and that is what I want to be doing right now – being nothing more than a mom who can use her arms to scoop up a tired child, a mom who can happily spread PB on bread instead of asking someone else to do it, a mom who embraces that well-worn but rarely exercised expression of living in the moment instead of worrying about when the baby will come or if I should be writing this or writing that or why I didn’t do this or did do that, a mom who can supervise her daughters making a “Welcome Home, Baby Sis!” banner for our newest addition and even add few artistic touches herself, a mom who can do more than pray from the sidelines but can instead make her life of serving others her prayer.