Meeting someone...

Feet
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When I came out of the Operating Room where I was singing Abba's Mamma Mia and The Power of Love -Frankie goes to Hollywood- (that was on while they were giving me the c-section), I saw Andrea waiting for me outside and then the little Gilda. Andrea gave me the baby and put it in bed with me while they were moving us to the room.
I saw Gilda and no matter how I imagined her during the 9 months... or the expectation I had... I felt like I was meeting a new person.
"New" not in the meaning of newborn but of an unknown person. Just like if I just met someone in the street and we shaked hands and said "Hi, I'm Germana, pleased to meet you!".
I didn't feel like "you are mine"... she looked at me with those 'ancient' eyes... misted eyes who have already seen... wrinkled hands who have already touched and lived feet which have already walked thousands of miles.
I had this feeling of meeting an old-brand-new person. She was there saying... "hey I am already a woman... only small!", she already KNEW!
I hug her to remind her I need her to learn something new of life everyday. I kiss her to make her feel my closeness. I cuddle her to let her feel my affection.
But still she's already a human being by herself. Not self sufficient yet... but very separated.