A Blue Story

I bought two 6oz blueberry batches. My hope is that my son, here known as Noneh (because that's how he says his name), will eat a bunch of berries and poop. He is 2.5 years old so I'm trying to stay away from any manufactured medications. He hasn't pooped in 3 days but he has tried. Of course I don't understand what he is feeling exactly but I absolutely have gone through it myself. Pregnancy isn't exactly a walk in the park. It's tough on the body and even tougher on the mind. I never did so little and so much at the same time in my life. What I mean is outwardly physically I was very lazy, tired and slept almost all the time but inwardly my body was busily working on creating a new person that now walks, talks and has preferences on what he'd like to eat, watch or play with. Once an insignificant single celled, 46 chromosomed zygote in my body with no thoughts or even a heart beat  has now started to sprout an imagination.
Other than finishing my certification as a Medical Assistant and attending training in a medical diabetes office in a neighboring city, I slept and ate too much throughout my pregnancy. What happened in my cabezita is somewhat of an interesting plight, between learning what unconditional love was and understanding that I wasn't becoming a mother, I simply just was. As is the nature of many mothers, with the exception of a few, I am hardwired to be what I am today.The differences of a man and a woman parent are great, although the man is mostly raised by the mother just like the woman so he does not lack the act of being mothered simply because he is a man. This hard-wiring has each locked into completely different types of surveillance. Between the two I believe they have mostly everything covered and, for Noneh, I am thoroughly grateful.
I am tremendously hopeful that he won't be as troubled as his intestines are at the moment or as some people are throughout their lives. A truly motherly statement.