I continue to be awed by this process of growing a person. I’ve had two children—the world is filled with people who came here the same route (or a variation on the theme) yet it is a miracle.
That mice can grow baby mice in their belly is miraculous, horses, bears, kinkajous, everything. That chicken eggs when fertilized and given the proper temperature and time will grow into a chick. Tad poles turn into frogs, gelatinous salmon eggs grow into salmon. DNA, all in its own time, knows what to do and tells the cells how to do it.
Daughter D asks me, “Does my having a child have something to do with whatever great thing I wanted to do?”
She has said on numerous occasions that she wants to do something great. I believe she is great for having a dream and going for it. “Living the life I choose,” has been her motto for a long time.
I believe the child she is carrying is her destiny and we have high expectations for him—this child still in utero, head down, ready to be born. We contemplate. We do not want to overwhelm him with our expectations, but isn’t having lofty goals better than having none? No pressure dear child, live your life, follow your dream, use your own internal guidance system, not the one we set for you.
We joke, we know his gender, but we don’t know his color. His DNA Dad is Jamaican, has curly hair, hazel eyes, a beautiful smile, is well educated, a self starter—wants to be a lawyer or a Social worker in Africa—interesting contrast. We don’t know what genes Daughter D's child selected, but we trust the process. I trust that my daughter's child’s consciousness had a hand in the selection of his own mind, body and soul. He is the child of Daughter D's heart, and he had abundant DNA from which to choose. I believe he chose well.
I ‘m waiting…
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