Motherhood
Not unlike how the incandescent blue sky ever so softly fades, hues bursting first as fireworks, then spreading across the horizon, melting into the mellowness of pastel
Motherhood
Moments of extraordinary pleasure or pain and often melded, enduring efforts to be erased; rather etched into memories that seep out when least expected
Motherhood
Tempests tossed then calmed with a soothing touch tempered by patience honed into strengths of character by unimaginable yet all too real depths of love
Motherhood
Steps forward for years, followed by shuffles backwards from the launch, not adrift, rather admiring from the space where lives have been nurtured and guided and now take their own shape to discover paths where the colors and shadings of the sky are reminiscent of those when the merger was so strong it was often impossible to decipher where one began and another began and then, oh so suddenly, the separation was nothing if not clear, as if gazing to the sandy bottom of the most translucent, always shifting waters where possibilities are endless and deep
Motherhood
Isn't it something. They tell us we--women--are born with all the eggs we will ever have, formed while we travel in our mother's womb. And when the call comes to our end, we are accompanied by all the babies that never were on this final journey.
Ah.
Motherhood.
Motherhood
Moments of extraordinary pleasure or pain and often melded, enduring efforts to be erased; rather etched into memories that seep out when least expected
Motherhood
Tempests tossed then calmed with a soothing touch tempered by patience honed into strengths of character by unimaginable yet all too real depths of love
Motherhood
Steps forward for years, followed by shuffles backwards from the launch, not adrift, rather admiring from the space where lives have been nurtured and guided and now take their own shape to discover paths where the colors and shadings of the sky are reminiscent of those when the merger was so strong it was often impossible to decipher where one began and another began and then, oh so suddenly, the separation was nothing if not clear, as if gazing to the sandy bottom of the most translucent, always shifting waters where possibilities are endless and deep
Motherhood
Isn't it something. They tell us we--women--are born with all the eggs we will ever have, formed while we travel in our mother's womb. And when the call comes to our end, we are accompanied by all the babies that never were on this final journey.
Ah.
Motherhood.
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