Today, I’m reflecting on my daughters original birth day many years ago.
I came across the writing prompt “I remember…” and the memories came.
I remember focusing on the circle of light in the ceiling of the hospital room until finally, I felt a deep pressure and a tug.
I remember my baby in the arms of a nurse, a blur as she left my sight. An exhausted breath exhaled from my entire body, replaced by my tired smile.
I remember the gasps from my doctor. Seconds later another gasp from someone behind me.
I remember freezing in time.
“Oh my,” the doctor said and broke into laughter. A female voice giggled.
“What, what?!”
And then a chorus of “oohs” and “awws.”
Lowered into my arms was a healthy looking infant, rosy-cheeked, with a halo of just washed inky black hair standing on end. I couldn’t help tearing up and laughing at the same time.
Large eyes blinked, pink bow lips puckered.
I remember the moist baby scent of warmth; murmuring the words what a marvelous miracle.
For months her full head of hair wowwed whoever saw her. They asked if they could touch her soft mane, fanned around her head like a fuzzy mohair hat.
Twenty-nine years later, my daughter’s hair is waist length, thick and beautiful. Today’s its emerald green.
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Black, green, whatever: I’m jealous of that head of hair.
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The photo is wonderful! My oldest daughter turned 28 last month, so I share lots of your emotions about the passing of time. Lovely evocation of an unforgettable moment in a life.
P.S. My daughter has also dark, thick hair that she used to wear very long but is now shoulder length, easier for work. She has occasionally colored it too, but not emerald green, which is the color of her eyes 🙂
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