My daughter and I were driving yesterday to her dance class (she's almost 5) when she asked "Mommy, how do birds know when to come out of their eggs?" These questions lately are challenging! So I diverted a bit and we started talking about when she was ready to come out of Mommy. That seemed easy enough--when the baby has all hands and fingers, nose, ear, mouth, etc. And then we discussed how the baby comes out, but in a comical way which left her giggling. She woke Mommy up with a poke that hurt. Mommy then had to wake up Daddy. Daddy didn't want to wake up. Then Mommy hurt and wanted Daddy to drive faster to the hospital. At the hospital, no one but Mommy was in any kind of hurry. Then when Lori (my daughter) decided she was really ready, the nurse told the grandmas to "Get out!" of the room. Lori thought that was hilarious. The grandmas waited in the hall instead of the room where they were supposed to be. More giggles. Mommy pushed and Lori decided she wanted to stay inside for awhile longer, so the doctor helped a bit and pop! Lori was out. And then everyone came to see new baby Lori.
It has been awhile since I thought of that time, a time that was, in its own way, so beautiful. All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all. Thank you God, for the gift of Lori.