My daughter. When she was in my tummy, i gave her a pre-person name - i called her Toughie. I called her that because i was an older mother, and i was pregnant at 34 and wanted her to survive at all costs. I am a fighter and i wanted her to fight along with me. Stick it through with me. I started a journal in my 90s big ass computer - the sort with the humongous screen as big as a television set and a separate processor the size of a suitcase at your feet - writing thoughts and things i wanted to say to her while she was a pre-person. Maybe all that energy connecting with her before she was born has rubbed off. She is not a pre-person anymore. She is a whole and wonderful person. With whole and wonderful thoughts of her own, and dreams, and confusion, and uncertainty and and and all the things people have. All the wonderful complex simple beautiful flawed admirable weak funny serious and so on and so forth things that make us so magically human. And because we connect, i get to see most of it, i get to share and to know this person whom i once had that was in my tummy and shared my skin blood breath heard my heart beat. I dont know how to express that sort of happiness. I dont need to express that sort of happiness. I just know i am one lucky mummy. And when all ends, when all falls apart, i have that, and that is enough.
Taken in #rff2017 #rainforestfringe