She was worried about being a mother.
She was worried that she wouldn't know how to care for them.
How to protect them.
She was worried about what her in-laws would say, what her neighbors would say.
How they would tsk-tsk over her moments of forgetfulness.
She was worried that anything, anything, could happen at any time.
And she would be held responsible.
But in between her worries, she had those flashes
of anticipation....
of their upturned faces, of their baby smell,
that mixture of
black shining eyes and freshly mown grass ....
Oh, the blossomy air.......
