The Other Woman

30 Oct
The blog has, and probably will continue, to take a back seat to pregnancy and now motherhood.  However, I have had some requests to keep it up and I will try my best to get somewhat back on track.
A disclaimer: The woman who is writing this blog is not the same woman who wrote the last blog.  The woman writing this blog is so much better than that other woman.  She is happier, filled with more love, and so grateful.  The other woman would not have described herself like that.  The other woman would have said she was happy, and she was.  But she did not understand the full capacity of that word.  And now she does. 
Some people have commented that they miss the other woman, they miss the sarcasm and the undercurrent of discontent because that is what made the other woman who she was, that is what made her fun & funny.  Don’t worry, traces of her still remain but are significantly watered down by all the happiness.

What brought about this change?  A six and three-quarter pound little man named Carson John.  The other woman has experienced love before, but not love like this.  People told the other woman how great it would be, but somehow she didn’t understand the magnitude of what they said, probably because there are not words to describe it.  Even these words written here can’t quite get it right.


6 3/4 lbs of heart-melting wonderfulness

 The other woman knew that to love others requires some degree of work.  She knew that loving family and friends sometimes isn’t easy.  She knew that falling in love takes time.  She didn’t know that there is an exception to these rules.  She didn’t know that when her hands first touched that little life she would love in a magnificent way.  She didn’t know that when her eyes lit on the small person laying on her chest that her heart would feel like it couldn’t contain itself.  No one told her that part. 

No one told her that six and three-quarter pounds of little man would make everything better.  No one told her she would see everything and everyone in a different light.  No one told her the little man would make other people better too.  And lastly, no one told her that loving the little man would also make her capacity to love others greater.

No one told her any of these things.  That is why the other woman is different now.  The other woman wasn’t ready for the magnificence of this experience.  The new woman is.  She is relishing it in every moment.  She is loving more than ever before and she is bursting at the seams with joy.  She is a new woman and she is HAPPY.  She says this with authority because she finally knows what true happiness is.  She is new and she is complete.


4 Responses to “The Other Woman”

  1. Malika October 30, 2009 at 12:09 pm #

    Oh boy. That one takes the cake. Holding my baby love of my life in one arm, typing with one hand and using the burp cloth to wipe my eyes!

    • michgal18 October 30, 2009 at 1:59 pm #

      I was able to type this without issue. Re-reading though? Waterworks. Ridiculous!!

  2. Jill October 31, 2009 at 6:11 pm #

    I love you. You are awesome.

  3. Tara November 1, 2009 at 7:45 am #

    Oh Michelle…you are so amazing at finding the words. You made me cry. Welcome Carson and his new mom too.

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