A Wild Thought

Something strange occurred to me while texting a friend the other evening: One day your number will be stored under ‘M’ in my phone.

Isn’t that a wild thought, when you used to live inside my body?

I will press ‘call’ and be met, after a few rings, with a vaguely annoyed “hi mum”. You’ll have stuff to do and other people to talk to, and have no memory of the days when you used to sleep tucked into the curve of my body, or grin in the mirror as I brushed your eight tiny teeth, or crawl speedily behind me as I moved from room to room in our flat, calming down instantly whenever I scooped you into my arms.

Will I?