Prompt: “Subject to Change”
Right now, honestly, everything is subject to change. It makes sense (and dollars!). A stranger could bet on it, regarding a woman with a soccer-ball size uterus passing him on the street. “Yep,” he would think. “She’s got it coming.”
Nothing is more subject to change than a seven-month pregnant, first-time mother.
First, one body will diverge into two, which she has heard is painful thanks to Genesis. Her arms will reshape themselves under the weight of a seven-pound bundle of baby. The bags under her eyes won’t make it past airport security. Her hair will be a disheveled pile quickly styled into a braid. And maybe her eyes will be different, imbued with a protector instinct, of a lioness protecting a cub.
Oh boy, is she subject to change.
Time itself will feel different, punctuated with crying and cooing. Days will be measured by feedings, not timecards. Will she even have hormones left? Will a whole new suspense accompany every act, like simply putting a glass on the edge of a coffee table?
And how will her friend react with two in the place of one? Her grandmother? Soon she will be a mother in a long lineage. Yes, she epitomizes change, but she wouldn’t want it any other way.
