LIFE: February 2014

Saturday, February 22, 2014

A Mother is a Miracle

You are a miracle.

And I have to love you this fiercely: So that you can feel it even after you leave for school, or even while you are asleep, or even after your childhood becomes a memory.

You’ll forget all this when you grow up. But it’s okay.

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Being a mother means having your heart broken.

And it means loving and losing and falling apart and coming back together.

And it’s the best there is. And also, sometimes, the worst.

Sometimes you won’t have anyone to talk to.

Sometimes you’ll wonder if you’ve forgotten who you are.

But you must remember this: What you’re doing matters.

And you have to be brave with your life so that others can be brave with theirs.

The truth is, being a woman is a gift. Tenderness is a gift. Intimacy is a gift. And nurturing the good in this world is a nothing short of a privilege.

That’s why I have to love you this way. So I can give what I have to you. So that you can carry it in your body and pass it on.

I have watched you sleep. I’ve kissed you a million times. And I know something that you don’t, yet:

You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.

And my greatest hope for you, sweet child, is that I can teach you how to write a good one.

We never know the impact someone has on our lives until they are gone. We never know what impact we have on the lives of others. Not, just our families.......but people that we might come in contact with even for just a small moment. If we would all realize that we are all here for the same reason ....... and we are ultimately all trying to get to the same place. We should be helping each

other along on our individual journeys. It's not a race ...... you don't get a prize for getting their first, especially if you have stepped on others as you went. It's sad ....... we are missing so many opportunities for service and blessings and just having people touch our lives, or missing the opportunity to touch theirs.