Holding On

After I tell him how I'm going to show him the stars, where he came from, and all of the places his dad and I like to visit. After I tell him how much I love him and can't wait to see his face. After I sing to him and massage his tiny body that is growing inside of me, I get sad. He's safe with me, I want to be able to continue to protect him. But, soon I will have to share him with the world. It won't be just him and me anymore. It's not that I don't want to meet him, it's that I already know him. He is a part of me, the biggest part of me. He has already given me more purpose than I could have dreamed of. I feel selfish, but sometimes I don't want this to end. I have never felt more connected to an experience. I love feeling him wiggle around in my womb. I am forever grateful to his dad for planting this seed. I am Mother Earth, I can feel the love inside of me growing like a wild weed.