I saw this on Facebook and it resonated with me.
When Courtney, my firstborn, went off to college, I wrote about the various ways we wean. Each new stage means the end or transition from the last. And each of them is a weaning.
The intensity of my feelings for my kids is immeasurable. Intense . Joyful and painful..
I often think about how busy I was mothering. There was so much chaos and joy. But I have such regrets too. I was too short tempered. I yelled too much. I said things that I cannot take back. Sigh.
But there is so much love in every cell in my body for each of my children. I ponder, wondering, how is it possible that each one of them lived and grew and birthed from my body. Amazing
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