The squeak of the rocking chair.
Consistent.
Comforting.
I hold him tight.
Feeling his breath. In and out.
It tickles my neck.
The love.
I can’t begin to explain it.
I really love my partner.
But this is deeper.
Different.
He came from my body.
A moment shared.
A division of cells.
Ketchup and spinach.
He arrived.
All 10 lbs and 24 inches.
And I hold him, and I know.
All the choices.
The weight of the world.
His future.
Of doing it right.
Of doing it wrong.
Validating.
Boundary building.
Sacrifice.
Respect.
I know.
I am a mother.
My life has changed.
Forever.
Forever, while limitless, seems…not enough…especially when we try and explain our love for others…
Embracing this moment, on Mother’s Day, with love.
Yes, has changed forever indeed. Even after we’ve gone from the Earth, we will be HIS mother. Nothing can change that.
Marvelous.
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