This past Christmas my older sister introduced me to a great flick called Family Stone. It is your typical Christmas movie about an over-the-top family trying to endure the holidays. But there is one scene that is very tender, touching really. The crazy girl friend, who just met the family, gives a present to each family member. The gift is a framed picture of the mother pregnant with the youngest daughter. Unknown to the girl friend it is a priceless picture and one each member of the family will cherish. When the mother opens the present she clutches the picture to her and looks at the youngest daughter saying "that's me and you babe" and blows her a kiss.
That scene left me thinking of my own pregnancies and each little girl that has come into my life. Pregnancy is not something I love and I find myself "enduring" it. I hope with future pregnancies I remember how special those months really are. For a short time it really is just "me and you". That precious child will grow and create a life of their own, leaving me for the great wide world. That is how is should be and I will remember those months of pregnancy with fondness.
Scarlett: my tender hearted
Alice: my fierce
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