That's normally all people tell you. How excited they are, how their partner finally felt it kick, what the nursery is going to look like, the cute clothes they've bought for their little one. But sometimes there is a whole lot more to be talked about.
I felt as if He grabbed my hands and held on tight. Now, I didn't actually feel hands in my hands, but somehow I knew, it was if God was holding them. I curled my fingers down and rested in that moment. That might not make sense to everyone, but I don't know how to explain it any other way. And God spoke to me in that moment.
Although Zoe is only 10 months old, she already mimics what I do, she knows when I'm paying attention and she can tell when I'm not. So the question is simple. What kind of Mama do I want to be and is that the Mama I am right now?