In the past month, four dear friends have given birth to baby girls, and each event has filled me with wonder and awe. I keep thinking about them, about their tiny fingers and toes, about their smiling eyes and pink lips, and I wonder what they’ll grow up to be. Will they be blondes or brunettes, artists or athletes, bold and brave or shy and quiet? Will they be friends like their mommies were, sitting in their bedrooms, whispering and giggling into the phone, or will they think of each other more like distant cousins, sharing history but nothing else in common?
I think of my friends, my beautiful and amazing and darling friends, and how in that one shining moment they became mothers. Mothers who know, who worry, who love.
Someday, I hope, I’ll be a mother too, but for now I am just so thrilled to be Auntie Christine.