![]() ![]() Oh, she might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting, and she will think about her baby’s sweet smell. I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. That an urgent call of “MOM!” will cause her to drop her best crystal without a moment’s hesitation. I look at her manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of bear protecting her cub. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I consider warning her that she will never read a newspaper again without asking “What if that had been my child?” That every plane crash, every fire will haunt her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes: that the physical wounds of childbearing heal, but that becoming a mother will leave an emotional wound so raw that she will be forever vulnerable. ![]() “No more spontaneous vacations…”īut that is not what I mean at all, and I try to decide what to tell her. “It will change your life,” I say carefully, keeping my tone neutral. “We’re taking a survey,” she says half joking. While we are sitting at lunch, she casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of “starting a family.” What she means is that her biological clock has begun its countdown, and she is being forced to consider the prospect of motherhood. This morning, he had me read a section out of it that stopped me in my tracks it is possibly the most beautiful description of motherhood that I have ever read: Josh is taking an online Family Ministry class this fall, and one of the books he is reading for it is Pastoral Leadership for Manhood and Womanhood, edited by Wayne Grudem and Dennis Rainey. I love him so much it makes my heart hurts. Besides, her keeping an eye on me was strange." I didn't know how it felt to have a bodyguard at this age but I understood it could be a little strange to have someone following you around constantly.The boy who made me a mother. I wondered where my comedian went," he said cheerfully. "Oh, hey Jesper," I turned to him with a smile. "Why did you call me here?" I questioned. "You made it after all," Levi commented and I let out a sigh. They were standing outside a clothing shop. When I reached the mall I stepped into the elevator and went to the second floor. I drove straight to the mall, still feeling annoyed. I wore my shoes and made a bee-line to the car. That meant Cassidy was around the house somewhere. I looked outside my window and saw the car was in the driveway. Oh no he didn't! Did he just go there? I groaned and pushed myself off the bed. I replied: Didn't they teach you how to read at school? I'm not coming I'm doing something important right nowĪs far as I knew, sleep was very, very important. Why did he have to wake me when I was napping so peacefully? I annoyingly typed back a reply. Vibrations woke my half-asleep self and I reached out for my phone. I collapsed onto my bed and let myself nap. If it wasn't for him I'd still be walking home right now. I had gone up to my room as soon as Zeke dropped me off. "Cool," he said, the relief was evident in his voice. Did you need something?" I felt like I was misreading the atmosphere or something. Thank goodness he didn't drive like a maniac. I approached his car and we both climbed in. Take it as a thank you for sharing your tiles." How did he even know which bakery I was talking about? ![]() "I didn't know you'd be here," I acted like seeing him was a coincidence. His voice made me stop in my tracks and I turned around with a half shocked and half happy face. I walked in a different direction, not sure what to do. The cool breeze kissed my cheeks and I saw a cute guy standing next to a car. I finally took off my apron, grabbed my bag, said a quick 'bye' to Heidi and left the bakery. I wiped the counters and made sure everything was organised, although being organised wasn't my thing.
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