We hugged, they gifted, I laid in bed later than I have in a long time. Then we celebrated others and spent time doing things for us as a family of four. It's been rare since Ezra was born to find us all together somewhere out in the world, but we did it and survived and no one heard anyone screaming from the parking lot. I'm so proud of us. I brought home lamps and curtain rods and I got a couple of imperfect photos with my boys. Then, Jonah played in the sprinkler and ezra cried the rest of the night because we wore him out. It was fine though. I got to do my Mama thing and walk and rock and sway. At one point he was laughing through his cries. Poor guy. Then life marched on and I'm short on words so I am turning to my muse, Amy Poehler, for some wise wisdom from her book that felt like she was pouring words out of my own soul when she talked about her own two boys...
"I love my boys so much I fear my heart will explode. I wonder if this love will crack open my chest and split me in half. It is scary, this love.
When your children arrive, the best you can hope for is that they break open everything about you. Your mind floods with oxygen. Your heart becomes a room with wide-open windows.
You laugh hard every day. You think about the future and read about global warming. You realize how nice it feels to care about someone else more than yourself. And gradually, through this heart-heavy openness and these fresh eyes, you start to see the world a little more. Maybe you start to care a teeny tiny bit more about what happens to everyone in it."
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I hope where ever you are, whatever your circumstance, you know you are loved. I pray that one day, if you haven't you feel the heart-breaking-open love of a mother.
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That sounds like a perfect Mother's Day, crying baby aside!
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