13/05/2024
Re-sharing this—bout do I feel it with three littles. But I feel so incredibly loved despite the exhaustion!
Poem at the end——-Hello, I hope all of you are well and safe. Here is a simple poem I have written about my view of motherhood. I know its not easy being in a forced situation where one may not get the space they need....where one may feel tested and tried and incapable of the love you desperately want to give to your children. Remember this....you are enough. Every fault and every positive. You will always be enough.
The Boys—-“Tiny Hands”
The way their tiny hands grasp at mine for comfort and protection...
I am their strength.
The way their tiny hands caress my cheeks and touch my lips...
I am their love.
The way their tiny hands push and hit....
I am their patience.
The way their tiny hands grasp at all of me...
I am their MOTHER.
