I am an Earth, too.

I was speaking yesterday to a woman that used to work at my child’s daycare. She is a mama of two with kids similar in age and we were waiting to pick up the kids from gymnastics class together. She is not one for small talk and neither am I so I really like her.

The kids run out of their classes and she is connecting with them, commenting on growth (my kids are giants from when she taught them even just a few years ago) and she asks if they are excited about their new baby sister. I am pregnant with our third child and my belly bulges out of every clothing item as I somehow believe I can still make these non-maternity clothes work for just a bit longer. My daughters are excited and share she doesn’t have a name yet and their grand suggestions of names like “Snowflake” and “Unicorn”. All in the running.

The woman then shows the girls what she used to do to her Mama when she was pregnant with her siblings and she places both hands on my belly and does a very gentle shake motion and yells “EARTHQUAKE”. The girls are both somewhat in shock and then burst out laughing. I am surprised they have not tried it yet.

NOTE: I should share that I am one of those people that gives about 2 shits if you touch my belly while pregnant. Permission is always appreciated and expected and I often say yes. I think it is so cool and it really does not bother me unless you are like a super creep but my body can feel that a mile away. I am also a huge advocate of human touch (you know, with consent and where appropriate).

To my point in this share, I don’t know if I have ever realized the connection that I am someone’s Earth. I am the Earth for my child right now as she grows and listens in and experiences life in utero and nourishes through me with me. I know this divine connection with Mother Earth but that woman shaking ever so gently and shouting ‘earthquake’, I was like wow, that is me.

I am her Earth.

I am an Earth, too.