I place my hand on my sister’s pregnant belly.
My niece/nephew’s kicks instantly transport me to my pregnancy days—of utter excitement—when I first felt my baby’s movements—and heartbreaking fear—of the seemingly impossible task ahead.
I offer countless pointers—on baby slings and baby toys, from breastfeeding to tummy-time. I recount the first time I held her, when our eyes met, my awe as she hit each milestone.
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Our conversation sinks into murky territories surrounding messes, frustrations and fatigue. Determined to dispel myths about motherhood, I ineptly end up shattering her expectant spirits. Sharing is now scaring and I stop.
Motherhood has been a springboard. I am grateful to have taken that exhilarating jump, proud to break ground, and humbled when I open my eyes and run out of air.