DID YOU PUSH HARD, MOM?
He's 7 years old and a bit hard to understand as he uses his lower lip to make "L" and "Th" sounds. I pressed my thumb into the shoe and guided the edges around his heel. My eyes moved up and I saw him gazing at me. He asked, nonchalantly; "Mom, when the doctor said 'push' did you push?"
I understood that he was talking about childbirth. I answered with a yes. He immediately asked if I pushed hard. I said yes, I pushed really hard.
He was looking at his shoe when his mouth opened. He whispered, painfully, as I watched his lips breathe the words;
"I wish I was borned from your belly."
There was a pause that I cannot explain. The universe flipped upside down in that one moment. His voice gained strength, "Mom."
Another pause scaled mountains as I blinked one time. He forced the words from his mouth as his eyes glided up, slowly to reach mine;
"I really wanted to be born from your belly."
My eyes filled with tears. I could not stop myself. Space and time filled my lungs. I had to talk. I am a mother. I am His mother. These words, My words, will fill his ears and he will remember this moment. He will remember.
Somehow, I formed a sentence.
"Daxx I wanted you to be born from my belly. I wanted to pick you and have you just like that. I would have pushed and pushed for you, so, so hard."
He looked at me. His dark brown eyes and mine; mirrors. There was a silent exchange of souls. No words. No expressions. A halt.
Then he grinned, ever so slightly.
"You grew in my heart, Daxx. Love grew really, really big in my heart and then God gave us each other."
I finished tying his shoes. We stood up. We walked out the door.
These are the moments that build our family.
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