I'm back with a Five Minute Friday. Lisa-Jo gives us a one-word prompt, and we write for 5 minutes. No editing. No over-thinking. No tidying up the ending afterward. Just raw writing. Check the clock. Ready? Go.
Bare is how he came into the world. About an hour later I woke from the anesthesia, immediately cried out for my child, and his warm body was laid onto mine. It was amazing, how even anesthesia couldn't dim the memory of labor, couldn't interrupt the desire to see him.
As his mom I will always feel a little like I have the advantage. I knew him before he knew me. I know everything about him now. And one day that will shift, I know. He'll harbor secret feelings and thoughts privy only to God. But for now, he lays bare almost everything.
For that reason and so many more, I lay myself bare for him too -- in a way. I give him all of me. My last nerve. My last ounce of energy. Every hug I have in me. Every laugh or smile I can muster. Every penny. Every breath.
Not all of my past. Not all of my mistakes. Not all of anything that would cause him undue harm or pain. But every part of me that will instruct him in the way he should go. Every part of me that gives him love. Every part of me that gives him abundant life. Yes, I'll bare all of that.
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