Notes to My Daughter

My mother called it quickening. To make alive. That first flutter which announces, ”I’m real–part of you, yet separate.” It was in that moment, you crossed over from mere fact to reality.


This is my entry in this weekend’s Trifextra.




Made with real cheese that gives a melt-in-your-mouth flavor you can’t resist.


About paulajwray

I am a writer and I live in the Rocky Mountains of southwest Colorado with my husband and a balding black cat. I write humor, flash fiction, creative non-fiction, inspirational essays, and poetry. When I'm not writing, making lists, or forcing a family member to listen to something I've written, I'm reading, gardening, or laughing with my friends. I also, occasionally, sit and stare.
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16 Responses to Notes to My Daughter

  1. Diane Turner says:

    This is wonderful! The realization of separateness though part of each other.
    Nicely done.

  2. I remember that day vividly with my first pregnancy as it was … FATHER’S Day.

    Stupid kid, already clinging to his Dad. Sigh.

  3. karen says:

    I remember that moment with each, and loved the name for it. The Quickening. Such a terrific, yummy word. The shocking thing about my third kid was that it happened so early: around about two months. But he still can’t keep still, the love, and my midwife said it is not unusual to feel later children earlier for a whole bunch of reasons.

  4. TikkTok says:

    Love this! I was never really sure until I was getting rib hits. I mean, it was probably just indigestion……. 😆

  5. Sandra says:

    How so very true, and how well you celebrated it with your writing. I remember the excitement of my own firsts. Can you believe it — I still have dreams where I feel those tiny flutterings! Which is great, to be able to experience it in dream and not in reality =)

  6. I think that stupid wordpress ate my comment. I have completely forgotten what I said, so if you get two completely different comments from me, that’s why! On this reading what I really noticed was the recognition that the baby was real. I remember the first time I really understood that about my daughter. It was profound.

  7. jannatwrites says:

    Nice response! I remember the mix of emotions I felt when I first felt a baby kick.

    • Paula J says:

      Thank you. Seems they were always dancing when you just wanted to sleep. And why was the dance floor located right on top of my bladder?

  8. This brought back fond memories. Thanks for sharing. Don’t forget to come back for the new prompt.

  9. Paula J says:

    Thanks so much. You won’t be able to keep me away. Well, maybe. No. Probably not.

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