Our little ones.
The come squirming out of our bodies and immediately begin to show us parts of our selves that we never knew existed. They never stop stretching us – never stop molding us – almost to the point of no return..
But when the job is done – when they are grown; just as it was the second after their birth, all thats remembered is joy. And all that can be felt is a pool of love so deep that we are happy to float there forever crooning softly the names of our children.
Momma Love by LSM C2015
