Source: Wikipedia
It was in January 1995, twenty years ago, when I was four months or so pregnant that I was fortunate enough to feel the very first steps of our baby son.
I was having a lie down in the afternoon, with the winter sun pouring in the window, when I felt it ~ that indescribable knocking on my very being.
That was when it all became real. There was a little person limbering up, letting me know that he was there.
Those early kicks were as gentle as the flapping of a butterfly’s wings. The mere thought of them still leaves me in awe.
SOCIAL BRIDGE ~ Jean Tubridy connecting with you from Ireland 
The first signs of a flutter of an unborn child is a miracle in itself, letting one know that I exist…
It’s amazing, isn’t it, Joni!
I remember.
I’d be surprised if you, of all people, didn’t, Sue.
Not something I’ll ever forget, that.
I’d say you speak for almost all mothers.
Quite probably ,, it’s a special moment.
Amazing and beautiful Jean
Thanks Paul. I suppose this is one of those things that is an exclusively female experience but even , at that, not every woman wants to experience it, or more sadly, for one reason or another cannot.
NOTHING compares… unbelievable experience
Interesting! I sometimes wonder if I over-estimated it but I don’t think I did as a life experience.
It is definitely up there in the top ranking 😀
Undoubtedly!
beautifully expressed… I just went awwwwwwww 🙂
Hi Vaayadi. Many thanks for writing and I’m glad this touched your heart.
Happy tears in my eyes, as I recall that feeling. Thanks for the reminder 🙂
My pleasure, Sarah.
truly beautiful 🙂 ♥ ❤