One Little Bean

What are you like?

I'd like to know… not just what you look like, but who are you? I'm sure you are a who by now, alive, but so much more than just breathing, digesting, moving, kicking, sleeping.

What do you think about? Do you remember, or do you just wonder? I know you can hear me when I talk—the echoes of my voice must swirl around you in your little oasis. You can probably differentiate between my moods, too—sad voice, happy voice, laughter, and some gut-wrenching tears.

Do you hear your daddy giving you kisses, telling you he loves you? You should see how he loves to watch you kick. When I lie down on the bed, he'll sit on the floor beside me with an excited smile on his face and just watch. Each time you kick, he smiles, exclaims or laughs, marveling at the power you already show, I suppose.

Last night I could feel where you were in me. I hope you are growing strong, and I'm giving you everything you need in there.

Your daddy said to me this weekend, "How can I ever repay you for carrying our child inside you?"

He doesn't need to repay me—I am thankful you have chosen to grow inside of me, that I am healthy enough to carry you.

I hope I will be a good mother to you—patient, kind, a source of comfort, a source of fun. I hope I can give you every opportunity to discover the person you are, the person you want to be... and I hope you know you already have the power to make your dreams come true.