Witnessing Life Itself {or: Why I Don’t Mind When My Students Touch My Belly}

Alright, Olivia, enough with the pregnancy posts already.  I know, you’re sick of hearing about this pregnancy and I’m sick of living it but I have a feeling this kid is coming early (albeit possibly borne more of paranoia and my aforementioned lack of preparedness than actual gut instinct) so hopefully we will all be put out of our misery soon and very soon 😉

When I first announced our pregnancy, many a seasoned mother forewarned me about the inevitable moments when strangers and other non-strangers would rub my stomach sans invitation.  I was quickly given full permission to make known any discomfort I felt about the matter so as to avoid it happening with the same person again in the future.

Truth be told, I don’t care one single bit when people touch my stomach and talk to the baby.  I have no personal bubble in this arena and actually love when people want to love on this child.  Now, to each his own, of course, but that’s just where I stand.

But I will admit that the possibility of my students asking permission to feel the baby kick, etc. made me uncertain in the beginning.  Well, luckily for me and in their true fashion, they never asked.  They just did.  As soon as the baby bump started to make its existence known, they took it upon themselves to touch my belly and try to get the baby to move at every chance they got.

To my surprise, I didn’t mind this as much as I thought I might.  It’s never made me uncomfortable.  In fact, it’s been quite inspiring and such a beautiful thing to witness.

Let me explain.

These kids are about to be (or, already are) thrown ferociously into the Culture of Death.  As they mature and grow older, they will have anti-life sentiments shoved down their throats from all different directions, particularly from the media, obvi.  They will be told that a human life begins when the “mother” decides it begins.  They will be told that not all life is valuable or indispensable.  They will witness unwanted pregnancies and they will be lied to about their “rights” as men and women who produce offspring.

It’s no secret that we live in a nation that does not believe life to be sacred.  My prayer is that this little life we’ve been blessed with will prove to them otherwise.

I have witnessed these young people’s interest in this unborn life grow and grow as the months roll on.  They’ve asked innumerable questions about the development of the baby, including when it’s heart started to beat, when I could feel him move, what organs are formed and when, how he’s positioned and why, and what it feels like when he kicks.

They know that he is particularly active after lunch, so when the lunch bell rings, the kids flood into my classroom and race to be one of the first to feel baby roll, hiccup, or kick.  Y’all, they are absolutely fascinated by life. 

And why would I want to extinguish that curiosity?  Why would I want to withhold this unique teaching opportunity?  Why would I want to discourage them from realizing that life begins at conception and is a beautiful gift no matter what?  Why would I want to deny their questions about fetal development or dismiss their enthusiastic comments when they see the baby move?

So, no, I don’t mind when my students touch my belly.  They have fallen in love with this little boy and because of his existence they have become consumed by the miracle of life.  And if I get to be a small part of the Lord’s revelation to them about the sacredness of human life, then I am certainly grateful and willing.

Comments

  1. romancingreilly says:

    Amen! I felt so sorry for my high schoolers because their fascination with my pregnancy was such a glaring indication of how rarely they are around women who are pregnant. If they wanted to touch ze belly I let them … and luckily the boys didn’t ask too often. 😉

  2. I love your take on this! Thanks for helping witness to your students!

  3. Love this! We announced our pregnancy to family and close friends as soon as we found out, so I was only weirded out when people would touch my belly at 7 weeks pregnant when there was no belly to speak of… just my normal pudge. “That’s not the baby, that’s a Chickfila sandwich.” Once you could feel kicks from the outside, though, I had been known to grab one’s hand and make them feel. 🙂 PS – don’t feel bad about frequent pregnancy posts… pregnancy IS fascinating! And DEFINITELY don’t hold back on the baby posts in the future

  4. Um…how did I not know you had a blog till now?! Crazy! Anyway, so true. My 6th graders were endlessly in awe about my being pregnant last year with Lucy. My favorite was that they asked my co-teacher the day after I had Lucy when I’d be coming back to the classroom… hahaha! They were also a little concerned about my super duper swollen feet right at the end. One girl said, “Um, Mrs. Cox, your feet look really bad.” Amen, sister.

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