The enormity of being both a young parent and a medical resident is beyond my experience, but I was flooded with affection and admiration for my daughter and son-in-law who are navigating this cup-runneth-over world with astounding love and stamina. I couldn’t leave my Fiona days without acknowledging her parents, who had around 90 minutes a day with the light of their world this past week, 90 minutes of easy immersion, no pressure, no fanfare. They were drawn to Fiona upon homecoming like magnets, like bees to a fragrant flower, arms reaching, lifting her into the air, encircling her into their bodies’ orbit.
That baby is profoundly loved.
More personally moving is something extra-sweet in my daughter’s love towards me, as if she’s seeing me in an enhanced light (or suddenly seeing the wrinkles?). My goodbye hugs from Nellie held something new that I can’t quite define. Whatever it was, it was magnificent.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 319: 153 words, TOTAL = 52,040; 7,960 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.