I was just thinking about the first few days after I had George.

I asked my mom and sister to make CD's for me to listen to while I was in labor. My labor was 52 (yes, really - water broken, strong contractions, the whole deal!) hours long and I had a chance to listen to the CD's many, many, many times. 

My sister made the most beautiful CD.  My sister put 'Isn't She Lovely' by Stevie Wonder and 'Beautful Boy' by John Lennon on the disc. As I was laboring, the miracle that these songs reflected wasn't all that clear to me.  How could it be?  There is no way to prepare for the heartbreaking love that is motherhood.  It is just that I could not fully understand the miracle until I experienced it.

After taking George home from the hospital, I listened to the CD my sister entitled "Songs to Labor Over" many more times. But I was able to hold my  Georgie and sing the words to him.  Every time I got to 'Beautiful Boy' I would just start crying.  It was amazing to hold him and hear the words of Lennon which filled my heart.

Now, nearly six years later, the song still gets to me.  It is more true now then those first days and months after he was born. The early months are amazing. A new life, I mean a brand new life, is something to behold.

But a six year old discovering the way something works, saying something so profound as: "Alexander, your hair is attached to your brain;"  asking tenderly the first stuffed animal he ever got; being so excited about going to a baseball game... The list is endless. And the amazement is never-ending.

How did a person suddenly appear where there was once a newborn, an infant, a toddler, a preschooler? 

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Jun. 1, 2008 at 9:30 PM

I love the name George.....I kinda want to name a son (if I have another boy) Henry. I love the older names. They seem forgotten....

Beautiful pic and beautiful post.

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