New Life

Yesterday, my husband picked up the phone while we were watching a rented movie.  We would normally NEVER pick up the phone during a movie, but our kids are at Grandma's....

I could tell by the way Jeff was harassing the caller that it was not his mother.  Maybe his sister?

"Have you had that baby yet?"

Well, there are only 2 people he would simultaneously be asking that question to and harassing.  My sister Kristy, or our friend Jamie, who might as well be his sister.

Then his eyes got big, as did his grin.  "WHAT?! Wow! WOW! I was kidding - aren't you like 2 weeks early? That's great!"

Baby girl safely arrived yesterday. From what I can tell from the pictures, she is not only healthy but beautiful.  And it is killing Jeff and I not to be there to meet her.  Something drastic may have to be done about that.

Wondering why I am posting this on a blog that supposedly explores feminism and Christianity?  A person who identifies in some way with either, in my understanding, would celebrate a new life.

Perhaps that is biased, because I am a celebrator of new life.  I love when new seeds sprout out of the ground or new buds appear on trees.  I love to watch fuzzy ducklings swimming along behind their mother. I love to sit with an armful of chubby puppies licking my face. But most of all, I love new baby people.  Especially when they arrive into the lives of my loved ones.

And thinking of new baby's parents - doesn't the birth of our children require a reinventing of ourselves?  Every new relationship does, I think.  Even stages of relationships. Or stages of life.  And arrival of children, no matter their birth order, signals a new stage of life.

As for my sister Kristy ... don't worry, you won't be able to miss the news of the new life coming soon to her household.  This blog will mark her baby's arrival with fanfare:)