Today, while tapping away at the keyboard and writing the Autumn-Winter 21\/22 collection section \u201cWhy will it all be like this?\u201d, I unexpectedly (or perhaps quite typically for me) got carried away.<\/p>\n
Because\u2026 I remembered my childhood \u201cautumns\u201d with cranberry picking in what adults considered lovely bogs, but which, to my child\u2019s mind, were pits that could swallow children without a trace, with potato diggers, and a horse led each year across fields that seemed endless to me\u2014both fascinating and frightening at the same time. Its massive \u201cteeth\u201d in the bridle looked bigger than my palms.<\/p>\n
I recalled so many childhood things that differ from how I see the world now, as day differs from night. How vast the world seemed. How many questions had answers that were technically wrong but wonderfully sweet.<\/p>\n
How much remained unseen, untouched, misunderstood, and magical.<\/p>\n
Soon my thoughts turned to my own children. After all, they see the world completely differently than we adults do. Their minds are spinning with countless unanswered questions\u2014some reach our ears, others they find or invent themselves.<\/p>\n
I dive into photos of DO and PA\u2019s babyhood and childhood, and I feel a rainbow of smiles stretching across my face.<\/p>\n
Those chubby little hands.
\nThose feet shaped like buns.<\/p>\n
Those eyes, half-open, covered with thick curtains of eyelashes,
\nthose tousled hair mounds\u2026 and the memory of how I used to carry them in my arms.
\nHow I would rock them until they fell asleep.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t get me wrong. I am happy and proud of how grown-up they are. Independent and clever. Already capable of taking care of themselves and helping me with their younger siblings.<\/p>\n
But at the same time\u2026 I gently caress my belly, flailing in all four directions of the world, which has been the HOME of a new little human for over seven months.
\nI let my thoughts swing freely.<\/p>\n
What will his eyes be like?
\nAnd his hair?
\nWho will he resemble?<\/p>\n
Will he be as kind-hearted as his brother DO?
\nOr as sharp and quick-witted as his sister PA?<\/p>\n
There\u2019s this feeling, like I am waiting to meet someone I love deeply but haven\u2019t seen in a long time. Only this time, I correct myself\u2026
\nI miss THE ONE I haven\u2019t even met yet.
\nAnd I already love HIM so intensely.<\/p>\n
With my eyes closed, I seem to sense that scent that DO and PA carried in those first days we met many years ago.
\nI remember those impossibly tiny feet.
\nAnd the little fingers that clutch your single finger with an entire handful.
\nFrom memory, the first four-eyed meeting also emerges.<\/p>\n
When we, as mothers, with wide eyes and held breath, and THEY, through narrow slits of their eyes, meet and we understand that we will be LIFETIMES for each other.<\/p>\n
I caress my fluttering belly.
\nAnd I thank the generous fate for the joy of being a home once again.<\/p>\n
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