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“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!” The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and holding. “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.” The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal. It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done. It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope. It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. It was the only feeling that existed. They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe. This was her child – her son. And she was his mother. (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.) “It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.” She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at your feet – they’re huge!” And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi. I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you forever…” The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room. *Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother who has graced this sacred room.
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