A decade
The world, changing.
And how.
They say you love your child. And you do.
But the emotion is only the tip of the iceberg.
We call it love because it takes our heart for a rollercoaster ride, and because we are not used to thinking about ourselves in termes of animal instinct. Yet that is the first sensation I experienced, shortly after giving birth.
My emotions were behind lock and key, forced into the background by the trauma of delivery — an event that definitely doesn’t make it to my top ten life events. I didn’t suffer any real baby blues in the weeks that followed, but there was no trace of motherhood bliss, either.
Yet there was instinct. I recognized it, and it made me think of our tomcat. I recalled how that tough old fighter never allowed any other feline in his presenced but, confronted with his offspring, he just sniffed those cute and playful four-legged furballs and accepted them, gracefully. He felt they were his.
Now I know how that works, I thought. For I felt it, too. A primal current, a connection reaching deep as blood. An energetic connection, too, into which that tiny creature nestled, his aura safely embedded within mine, sheltered, enclosed.
He still does it: come to sit on my lap and warm himself within my energy field. When he needs reassurance, a hug, a sense of closeness. I enjoy it as deeply as I can, all the way down into the marrow of my bones.
The next moment, he’s off again, in his own space, happy to claim and occupy his own place in the world. Enthousiastically. Thoughtfully. With humor.
Ten years.
Yes, the world has changed. And how.
