I’m tired. I feel like low-sodium chicken broth. Literally – like I am the base of a soup, but not yet that soup. Just waiting in the box in the fridge. Waiting to be poured out. Waiting to become the soup I will become, but completely unaware of the plan of the cook. And who the hell is the cook? I don’t know. I went to Jackie’s baby’s christening this weekend. That was a mind trip! I saw her breast-feed her child. I mean…I saw her BREAST-FEED HER CHILD. I can’t wrap my mind around it. It was way too adult…too, I mean, that’s what our parents did! Of course, I’m so happy for her and I love her baby, which I held, which was so magical…I thought about being a mother, and yes, I think I do want a child…eventually. And I was holding this beautiful child, that is made of my friend, who used to come into my room and cuddle with me in the middle of the night…..
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- Written by: Mara Lee Gilbert