Mothers
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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