We were talking about, pregnancy, babies, stretch marks and labour. Stories were flying thick and fast. I had lots to say!
In a moment of sheer excitement, I turned to the woman sitting next to me and said “Right?! Did you also suffer from morning sickness with your two?! Blahhh”
She laughed. I cringed.
She laughed some more. I cringed some more.
I had known her for many years. I knew her kids too. I knew that they were adopted. I knew the whole beautiful story of how that came to be.
You can only imagine my embarrassment when I realised I had asked her how it felt to have been pregnant with them!
She handled it graciously. She said that she loved the way my heart leads me. (She found it endearing that I didn’t see them as her “adoptive” kids and that I made no distinction in my heart between her and the other moms around the table).
I quite liked that description. So, I went along with it. I walked away from there telling myself that I was all-heart (and only half blonde).
© A Heart Full of Stories, 2016
P.S. Do allow me to wish you well as you try and think before you speak. Aluta continua, as they say. The road is still long for me….
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