19th Aug 2010
Here’s the idea: the small things, the insignificant, the unseen, the detail. This is what got me thinking:
‘The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all your seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and perch in its branches.’ Matthew 13:31, 32.
The lady in the ultrasound room said, ‘oh look at its little feet! It’s being very well behaved’, and I thought this is someone who is just doing her job and yet she acts as if I am important, – here she is loving my baby, a perfect stranger to her. And there you are little fish. It’s astounding how alive you are, how at home you are. Like nothing we know, nothing we can remember. Eleven month old Sam laughs as I lie on the bench with my tummy out. He doesn’t understand as we tell him that there is his baby brother or sister on the screen. He just laughs at the box of blue rubber gloves, his face in the mirror, the lights in the ceiling, wondering at things all the while.
elisabeth pike 