I was at a party and a father who could not take care of his little boy asked me to be his mother. I was taken aback but in my articulate nature said "seriously?" (all those degrees and all I can could up with is seriously) He said "yes" and gave me the child wrapped up like a bunch of roses with one fresh rose sticking out. When I got back to the party, where my mother was, I said to her "congratulations it's a boy!" I proceeded to unwrap the package only to find roses. My heart sank. This guy quickly came around the corner saying "you have my roses." He took them and gave me another package. I opened the new package and inside I didn't find roses, but the tiniest baby boy. He was like a little parrot though, mimicking me. I started crying because he was in my arms. He looked sad and he had bruises on his face, I wondered if something was physically wrong with him and if I made a mistake. However, the longer I held him the happier he became and the more his imperfections balanced out or became perfect (if you will). It was like he knew he had a safe place and mother now, so all that was wrong internally and externally could now heal.
Now, to lighten up the mood, since you have seen my thoughts about Baby I's room, I wanted to share Baby Boy's room ideas too. I've just started the boy collection, so I'm sure there are more to come. You know I believe in beautiful living! I guess I should start playing that lotto too! All this foreshadowing is telling me that Mommy of 2 is in my near future.
Dang, I hope I start dreaming about a very handsome and wealthy husband (that is mine) next! ;-)