The Wuggy Chronicles

Every time I look at my small Persephone-child, I am once again struck by how very much alive she is. More so in her stillness than in her squirmings, she gazes up at me with confident expectation, and the air vibrates with her vivacity.

Soft and snuggly and sweet and compliant, she is nevertheless very much her own person, and utterly self-contained.

And always I remember that first moment, when the doctor placed that naked little bundle of plumpitude across my new-deflated belly. With startling matter-of-fact-ness, I could almost hear her saying "Hey, everybody, here I am! Where's the party?"