Already, She's Her Own Person...

I’m so curious to meet this little lady of ours, who is expected to be here in roughly six weeks time.

Just a minute ago, I was sitting with my arms crossed over my stomach, when all of a sudden she kicked back, making me think that she was signaling that the weight of my arms atop her little igloo-in-my-stomach were squishing her. I pulled them off, and began thinking about this little baby who seems a little bit feisty but oh-so sweet. Which sounds like a pretty good combination to me.

At any rate, it’s obvious she is completely her own person. I have next to no control over her personality or movements; she squirms and wriggles and pokes and prods as she likes. I can’t stop her from flipping somersaults or jabbing me in the ribs. And once she’s born, it’s really not up to me whether she’s an introvert or an extrovert, content or clingy.

She is a completely different human, no matter the fact that half her genetics come from me. It’s awe-inspiring how that happens, that from my flesh can come a completely different creation. It almost seems illogical, when you think of how, in nearly every other aspect of life, it remains true that “what you put in, must come out.” Of course, she’s apt to reflect quite a bit of me and my husband. But when it comes to making a child, they truly are their own person, unique and individual.

It reminds me of Genesis 2, how God created a completely different creation from another—pulling a rib from Adam’s side to make Eve. “Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone.” And yet, completely, utterly different. And we see how God reenacts that in birth and even in redeeming the ashes of life’s tragedies and hardships and giving them beauty and, ultimately, in the story of Jesus whose side was split open and from his shed blood comes new life. This story of new life—over and over and over again—is all around us.

And right now, it’s happening right within me.

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