{"id":52,"date":"2008-12-20T14:34:41","date_gmt":"2008-12-20T14:34:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.messyblessings.com\/bethany\/?p=52"},"modified":"2008-12-20T14:34:41","modified_gmt":"2008-12-20T14:34:41","slug":"where-did-you-come-from-baby-dear","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/messyblessings.com\/bethany\/2008\/12\/20\/where-did-you-come-from-baby-dear\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Where did you come from, baby dear?&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"Baby by George Macdonald\" href=\"http:\/\/www.bartleby.com\/246\/315.html\" target=\"_blank\">&#8220;Baby&#8221;<\/a> is a lovely little poem by George Macdonald. I happened upon it while pregnant with my son, whose first birthday is tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>I can barely remember life before my son came into being, before I knew he was growing inside of my womb. I feel he has been with me always, and I love him with my entire being. On this, the eve of his first birthday, I find my mood both elated and melancholy. What joy my son brings to my life! What sadness I feel for every moment I did not fully appreciate during this past year&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Read Macdonald&#8217;s poem. It will tug at your heart.<\/p>\n<p>My son&#8217;s eyes are not blue, and his forehead is not &#8220;smooth and high,&#8221; but I marvel at him just the same. And I often wonder, &#8220;Where did you come from, baby dear?&#8221; Now, I know all about the birds and the bees. What I mean is that I wonder about the essence of my son&#8211; his personality, his character, his soul.<\/p>\n<p>He amazes me, and I wonder how he came to be and how he came to be ours: &#8220;But how did you come to us, you dear? God thought about you, and so I am here.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t think there&#8217;s much more that I could possibly add to that.<\/p>\n<p>Cavemama off to dry her eyes and love on her baby boy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Baby&#8221; is a lovely little poem by George Macdonald. I happened upon it while pregnant with my son, whose first birthday is tomorrow. I can barely remember life before my son came into being, before I knew he was growing inside of my womb. I feel he has been with me always, and I love [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,4],"tags":[11,13,45,57,80],"class_list":["post-52","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cavemama-off-on-a-tangent","category-motherhood-2","tag-baby","tag-birthday","tag-love","tag-poetry","tag-wondering"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/messyblessings.com\/bethany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/messyblessings.com\/bethany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/messyblessings.com\/bethany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/messyblessings.com\/bethany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/messyblessings.com\/bethany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/messyblessings.com\/bethany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/messyblessings.com\/bethany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/messyblessings.com\/bethany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/messyblessings.com\/bethany\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}