Diary of a Life
All righty then! Just got my marching orders! I’ve got a mom and dad waiting for me! That’s all I know for now, but I think I’m gonna like it there.
End of Week One:
I think they’re almost as excited as I am. Oooo, oooo, oooo, they ‘ve got a dog! Two! And two cats! Thank you, Lord, for the brothers and sisters! Oh, wait, they’re all sisters? Oh, well.
Since time is different to me than it is to them, I’ll just call these entries mileposts. They seem to be putting a lot of preparation into my arrival. Glad I don’t have to do that. I see that my little body is growing in preparation for the spirit me to fit. Mommy sure is pretty. Daddy is a handsome one too. I am going to LIKE it there!
Hmm. They just found out that I’m going to be a boy and they seem … excited! Good ‘cause I’m sure it’s too late to change now.
Midwives? They’re doing a home birth? Good! Some people like all those lights and things that you get in the hospital but me; I’m a low key kind of guy. Give me the mood music and low lighting and I’m a happy camper.
Holy Moly Lord, will you look at what they’ve done to the nursery? And look at all that STUFF! Nothing like feeling loved and needed.
Excuse me, Lord, I know I have more family down there but look at all those people! Aunts, uncles, grandparents, extended family. And they seem as excited as Mommy and Daddy. No pressure to please, eh?
Okay, time is flying. Not long now. They seem ready and I’ve been ready. The last leg could be a rough one because that’s when my physical body has to work its way through the birth canal (tech talk, here) and Mommy is going to hurt for a while, but she knows that and is getting ready. And Daddy loves her and will be there for her. That’s just the kind of parents I have. I can tell.
Ready or not, here I come! Today’s the big day!
Wait, check that. Something’s going on. I don’t quite understand but apparently, my body isn’t quite ready yet. Looks good to me but then I’m not in charge. About two more weeks. Oy.
Checkup at the doctor’s office today. They say everything is good to go. Any day now!
D-Day! Wake up! I’m breaking on through to the other side!
Whew, no wonder they call it labor, this is hard work!
Hang in there, Mommy. I’m getting something from upstairs but I can’t quite tell what it is with all this squeezing and pushing. Why don’t you try to relax a little and I’ll find out what’s going on.
Mommy/Daddy – This is going to be a little complicated but I’ll try to explain as best I can.
We all have missions on earth. Sometimes they’re easy but most of the time we don’t even know what our mission is, and that’s part of the mission – to find our mission. I’m not quite sure what yours or mine really is and it doesn’t look like I’m going to get the chance to completely find out this time around. The best sense I can make of it is something about preparing the way. Ask Nana Cindy about that, or rent the movie “Godspell”.
I’ve learned to love you both so much and thank you from the bottom of my huge spiritual heart for all that you’ve done for me, but I have to return now. I wanted to stay but apparently, my mission was simply to prepare the way. I wish I could offer you more comfort and answers, but then again, I wish I could stay, also.
I love you and hope that I’m the one you get next time.