“Oh but you were made, by a God who knows your name , He doesn’t make mistakes. For you, you are wanted, you, you are wanted” – Dara MacClean
Little Miss, out of the blue, started asking questions about her birth last night. It went something like this…
LM: Did you buy me from the store?
Me: No, I made you. I grew you inside me and kept you safe until you were born.
LM: God made me.
Me: Yes, He helped. But you were inside me, growing big and strong, until you were ready to come out.
LM: I didn’t like being in there (putting her hand on my tummy).
Me: That’s true. You wanted out early on, that’s why I was on bed rest for eight weeks and then you arrived two weeks early.
LM: Yeah, I remember.
At this point, Fussypants jumped into the conversation to tell his sister (erroneously) that I pooped her out my bum and that’s how she was born. Thankfully, she laughed and isn’t traumatized for life.