Moira

She is my first child, daughter of beauty and grace, mother of Olivia, so radiant with joy as we three woman pile up on the bed together. Livvy in her cast, propped up on pillows, her Nanny beside her, tired but blissfully happy to be with these precious jewels that claim my love by existing. We laugh together over silly things, we breathe the atmosphere of our connection. Occasionally, Olivia shifts uncomfortably, and our hands reach simultaneously for this child that has grown to womanhood, yet still looks to us for comfort and companionship. Our hearts leap in gratitude for Olivia. We share our pride and concerns. Secretly, I am awed by the beauty and wonder that has sprung from my rather wayward youth.