Sometimes you just gotta write. Even if it’s just for 5 minutes. Oh 5 minute fridays how I’ve missed you!
Todays Prompt: BARE
Source: growingyourbaby.com via Jenn on Pinterest
Go.
I have two little streakers in the house. The game of the month is “bare naked baby”. Chubby, bare, not so baby bums running through my house. Soon they will learn modesty and hopefully not shame at their bareness.
At the start of labour some modesty remains. Sheets draped during exams and catheters to hide bareness from sisters and mothers, but then restraint is lost as bodies bear down and babies emerge, we are lade bare. Heart and soul, emerging between naked thighs or cut flesh, bare babies coming into this world with nothing. They are placed against their mother’s skin. Heart beats colliding between bared skin.
Sometimes not just our skin is lade bare, in vulnerability our hearts follow. Hugs between grieving mother and nurse. Tears shed together over babies lost. Foot and hand prints attempted until perfection. In those moments the drape that covers the bareness of my heart and soul is lifted, but for a moment.
I relish the freedom those girls have to run bare….I hold out my naked heart, and skin to skin those bare hearts touch, but for a moment, freedom.
I’ve been laid bare.
Stop.
Whew, needed to put that out there. Joining with Lisa-Jo at Gypsy Mama for:
