Technically my 4 month old son, Jake, was conceived in Mexico after a night of dancing and tequila, but really he was conceived in an Arete Women's Circle in early 2005 when I spoke forth the possibility of being a mother into the circle. (Along with all my fears and trepidation.)
When my sweet little baby boy wakes, I spy on him. I notice that he takes his time. With eyes still closed and bottom lip jutted out, and he stretches his tiny limbs through their full range of motion. He reaches his arms high above his head and kicks his legs as if in a miniature synchronized swimming routine. Then he opens his big blue eyes and he slowly unfolds to the world ready to accept whatever newness the day may bring with curiosity and wonder. And then I peer into his crib, hovering over him until he catches my gaze and his faces breaks into the most glorious gummy stoned grin that says "There you are Blonde Freckled Lady with the Milk - I LOVE YOU!"
Every doubt I've had as to whether taking a spin on this great big ball was worth it.. this daily greeting has vaporized every one.
- Kristin Slye