After birthing three sons before her, my daughter’s question caught me off guard. I didn’t mind the observation, but her brothers never noticed. Ever.
I had to ruminate and collect my thoughts about my answer, carefully.
After all, isn’t that what we as women are taught? To make sure we don’t get large? Aren’t we marveling at the latest celebrity who basically walked out of the birthing room back to post baby weight? Don’t we scorn the fact we just can’t seem to loose the ‘baby weight?’ Aren’t the changes pregnancy brings, something to avoid?
I sat down with her, realizing this was a needed moment. Not wanting her to feel bad for sharing her thoughts and at the same time desiring to help her navigate the messages she’s already receiving as a girl.
We as women grow large. This is what we do in anticipation of our children. Our bodies expand in ways we would have never imagined. We lament the bodies we once had and exchange them in for the bodies that bear the scars of of bearing children. This ‘growth’ isn’t regulated to biological mothers. Not at all. All mothers grow. We get large. Our hearts grow and expand for the lives that are entering, invading and gloriously destroying our own lives, in ways we never knew we needed. Our bodies will never be the same, no matter how we welcome our children into our lives.
We will grow.
And this? THIS?!? Is beautiful and providentially designed.
“This is what we do baby girl, as women, we grow and get big. And it is a very good thing,” I told her.
“And it’s beautiful right mom?” She asked.
“It is sweet girl. It is. One of God’s most beautiful designs.”