1.19.2017

stretchmarks

There are thousands of ways to be stretched thin.
Most of the time I feel like I'm two minutes into ten different things, and none of them may ever see completion.  Most of the time that's okay.
I know I'm not the only mother whose heart extends in more directions than it can reach.
The entire trajectory of my life bent with their births, in the most surprising and satisfying ways.
I want to read and write and do yoga, run and bake and volunteer and sleep.  But mostly I want to throw my whole heart into raising these boys, mostly I want them to know, no matter what, how much they're loved.

1 comment:

rht said...

You know I could have written that... right? ;)
xoxoxoxoxo