With Love, on Mother's Day

I've been lucky enough to know love my whole life; as a baby fed by my mother, as a kid hugged by my father, as a teenager listened to by my grandmother and worried after by my grandfather. As a college student guided by professors and mentors, it was all love.

Constantly in my life I was given and shown love.

It was this beautiful education that has brought me to this point.

A point that is now a swirl of hair bows and diapers, hugs and tears, bruised knees and night time stories.

A beautiful swirly mess of exhaustion and pure joy.



Being a mother is the strangest and yet most natural thing I have ever felt in my life. It has made me better, left me feeling inadequate, put things into perspective and plunged into the depths of my heart.

It is the closest thing I have ever felt to the love of God.

It has shown me just how powerful and yet how small I really am. It is a never-ending intertwining of oxymorons.

And my heart aches at how much I cherish it. My eyes well up with tears at the thought of loosing it; this life of mothering.

God has shown me the beauty of a three-year-old's messy hair, the joy of a one-year-old's laugh and the thrill of this life as a mother.

For this I say amen.

Amen, amen, amen.

Thank God for love; for them.

I love you, Isa and Morgan.