Five Minute Friday - born

Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on born.


The night before you were born, I knew you were coming. It was scheduled and I sat on the edge of my bed, looking at my packed suitcase and wondering and wondering about you.

I knew I would love you, I already did. I knew we would make room for you, we already did. I knew she would fall in love with not only you, but her brand new role, she already did. I knew it would be tough, it already was. I knew it would be easy, it already was. I knew it would be good, it already was.

There were a few moments when you had some people thinking you would come a little sooner, but I knew you were going to be born on May 30th, I knew we would hang on. I knew I was not sharing you with the world until that day arrived, I knew I would keep to keep you close, a little while longer.

The night before you were born, I held you on the inside of my body, I talked to you, I felt you push into my hand and I told you a little about the family you were about to be a very big part of. The night before you were born, I held you tightly, knowing this would be my last night with two heartbeats, and your mamma cried.

On the night before you were born, I knew it was time. It was time to put a huge and incredible chapter in my life behind me. A chapter I had no idea I wanted to write and a chapter I loved every word of. I would never be the "expecting mom" again. I would never again wonder, I would never again sit on the edge of my bed and hold anyone this way.

Here we are, eight years later, on the day before your 8th birthday. Monkey, can you promise me you won't get older tomorrow...I'll try mom.

Some things will never ever change.



  1. Carol says:

    Giving birth is an amazing and unforgettable event. Blessings to you and your family!

  2. I don't remember being born,
    it was quite long ago,
    on a Friday winter morn,
    but that is all I know.
    I don't remember being held,
    or even being welcome;
    I was born into a hell
    and ushered into bedlam
    where I had to grow up fast,
    and put childish things away
    if I were, indeed, to last
    to dawning of another day,
    but I survived, I'm still here,
    and horizon now is clear.

  3. Susan Shipe says:

    What a beautiful post.

  4. Del Bates says:

    That is such a beautiful tribute to your child and how perfect for the date! God bless and enjoy the celebration...

  5. Karen says:

    That was just perfect. Just plain perfect. ❤️

  6. Amie Wills says:

    "I would never again sit on the edge of my bed and hold anyone this way."

    Beautiful, and such an astute observation.

  7. Loretta says:


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