Momma Bird
Hey, Moms. Do you get these text messages? (Like, every time you step away from your phone for an hour?)
From my grown Lily girl:
Mom.
Mom.
Mom.
Momma.
MOM!
Me: Whaaaat? I'm working. Are you ok?
Grown Lily girl:
Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to know what you were doing. I want my Momma.
Motherhood is all of the things. It fills my heart, breaks my heart, energizes me, and drains me. It forces me to see pieces of myself that I don't like but can change. On the hard days, I am exhausted and crawl into bed when the sun has barely set, but I am always always always so grateful to be her
Mom
Mom
Mom.
Sometimes, I don't know if she appreciates everything I do to keep the ship from sinking, and then she sends me a song that reminds her of me, and I close my eyes and cry for what feels like hours. It's sweet and funny, and I wonder if a heart can explode from being over-filled with love.
We're ok.
We're always ok.
She's my grown little Lily girl.
xo