carrying a child - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
This form as two hearts, my child and me. That's love, right, your everything belongs to their tiny form. So it is my joy to carry her, to be the feet we place upon the Earth as she wiggles and giggles, pointing out all the things that spark her brain to curiosity. Sometimes she is quiet, so absorbed in the world around us, yet always we are connected, bonded; that is the beauty of my existence and always will be.
With another sweater on top he’s pretty puffy but he’s going to need it. That sun won’t keep us warm much longer. I step out with my new hip extension and I just hope that he looks like a lumpy parcel from afar, the bulk of the wool does a pretty good job of rounding his shape and his black-socked feet won’t show against my black outfit anyway. I can’t move like I usually do, he has me all off balance. I make a trial run at grabbing my dagger and find he’s in the way. That means it has to go on the other side for a same-side grab rather than a cross body pull. My heart rate rises, I’m not so “cool, calm and collected” right now and that effects my ability to defend myself. Just two blocks later I want to put him down, it must have been adrenaline that got us from Waterfront to the bank. There’s no way I’m moving at his tottering pace and no way he’s releasing his iron grip, so on we go.
Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by .