An ordinary day filled with small extraordinary moments
Abbey and I went to the library yesterday, uneventfully this time. An Ethipoian man stopped me on my way and ooohhed and ahhed over Abigael in her sling, and with tears in his eyes told me "that is how the mamas in my country carry their babies, it makes me happy to see you carry your baby like the mamas in my country".
Then I went to the museum for a meeting with my boss, a few colleagues, and writer A. McKay who wrote the magnificent book "The Birth House", which I have just read. We discussed midwifery and women's stories, and the possibility of A writing a play for us, which would be absolutely fantastic. She was so lovely, definitely a kindred spirit, and she signed my copy of her book with a lovely inscription. Abigael's mddle names are Catherine (loved Wuthering Heights), and Dora, my grandmother's name. The character in "The Birth House" is also Dora.
Then we walked home across the bridge, and I thought of how I walked across that bridge for three seasons when I was pregnant with Abigael, and what a wonder that she is here with me now to enjoy the spring sun on our journey home.
The wind blew her hat onto the transitway, and a young jock just coming from his workout leapt onto the road despite the oncoming traffic to retrieve it for her. I was pretty touched by the gesture.
When I was expecting Abbey, I dreamed of a blue eyed little girl with brown braids smiling at me (a better dream than when I dreamt of birthing a baby girl body with Paul Martin's head attached). Last night I dreamed of two little boys smiling at me on the other side of a glass door. I wonder who they are.
Then I went to the museum for a meeting with my boss, a few colleagues, and writer A. McKay who wrote the magnificent book "The Birth House", which I have just read. We discussed midwifery and women's stories, and the possibility of A writing a play for us, which would be absolutely fantastic. She was so lovely, definitely a kindred spirit, and she signed my copy of her book with a lovely inscription. Abigael's mddle names are Catherine (loved Wuthering Heights), and Dora, my grandmother's name. The character in "The Birth House" is also Dora.
Then we walked home across the bridge, and I thought of how I walked across that bridge for three seasons when I was pregnant with Abigael, and what a wonder that she is here with me now to enjoy the spring sun on our journey home.
The wind blew her hat onto the transitway, and a young jock just coming from his workout leapt onto the road despite the oncoming traffic to retrieve it for her. I was pretty touched by the gesture.
When I was expecting Abbey, I dreamed of a blue eyed little girl with brown braids smiling at me (a better dream than when I dreamt of birthing a baby girl body with Paul Martin's head attached). Last night I dreamed of two little boys smiling at me on the other side of a glass door. I wonder who they are.