I tried to slow it down
On Motherhood: I was too caught up in counting your weeks that I forgot to count my years.
Time feels different now. Months in their whole parts have slipped by.
Or maybe it’s my memory that’s slipping.
I can barely remember a time when the only heartbeat inside of me was my own.
A time when I’d touch my stomach and it was quiet and still. Now, a tiny being reaches out, pressing back against my palm.
“I’m here, buddy,” I say. “I will always be h…