My Favorite Picture

My favorite picture in the whole world is of my mom, while she was 8 months pregnant with me, and my dad in front of my new rocking horse, dark wood paneling decorated, nursery. My dad, only 22 at the time, with his youthful smile, acid-washed jeans, and Snap-on tools t-shirt looks so utterly happy and excited about the near arrival of his first born son or daughter. My mom's emotions were complete opposite of my father's. She is dressed in light yellow pants, with a big snap-down collard shirt with a very 80's floral print on it. She is uncomfortable and tired. Her belly is so swollen, and see has dropped significantly, it's a wonder that she carried me for another month. Her deep, dark circles around her eyes are symbols of her OCD nesting, inability to get comfortable during the night, and her work, which required her to stand on her feet.

I love this picture, because I love and appreciate the sacrifices my mother made to bring me into this world. I love mothers, I appreciate there dark circles, frumpy pregnancy clothes, and swollen bellies because out of them comes innocent, pure life.