Tell Me More, Mama

"Tell me about when I was a baby, Mama" M lay her head gently on my shoulder and wrapped her little arm around my own. B overheard her older sister's request, and lay her head on my other shoulder, taking my arm, and batting her long, lovely eyelashes at me. Such cheeky girls! How could I resist? I told M the story of how pink she was when she was born, like a sweet little piglet. And how tiny she was. I told her how she ate for three days straight, even making snorting and grunting sounds like the hungry piglet. And that she became a plump, round little thing that I loved to call, "My little sausage" because her chubby little legs looked like sausage links stuffed into knit leggings. I told B how her older sisters stuffed her into a cardboard box and put the over flaps over her. I'm sure they were trying to send her back from wherever she came from. I told M and O the story of the bathtub. I was fat and round with baby M tucked safely in my belly. O and I were taking a mom'n daughter bath, making bubble beards and laughing. She kept saying, "Helloooo, baby" and would get on all fours and put her little eyeball right against my belly button. But she couldn't see her baby...so she'd call out again, "Hellllloooo, baby!" We talked about their first words, foods they loved to eat, and silly things they said and did not so many years ago. They laughed and asked for more...I said, "We'll always have more, won't we?" And as I fell asleep with those thoughts, I thanked God for giving me "more" each day and said, "If it's not too selfish...I'd like more, too."