This post about becoming a mother is absolutely beautiful.  Makes me wistful and somewhat teary, but also a little proud of my growing brood.  And a little bit terrified of the day my balloons float out of my reach:

Dear mother of only one child, don’t blame yourself for thinking that your life is hard.  You’re suffering now because you’re turning into a new woman, a woman who is never allowed to be alone.  For what?  Only so that you can become strong enough to be a woman who will be left.
When I had only one child, she was so heavy.  Now I can see that children are as light as air.  They float past you, nudging against you like balloons as they ascend.


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