magic of motherhood

‘They used to fit between my elbow and fingertips, now they tower over me like gentle giants. They fill my soul as I watch them love and adore the partners they do life with.’: Mom shares the joys of raising boys

“They used to fill their pockets with rocks, sticks, flowers, and bugs. They used to sing me silly songs, tell fart jokes, and dance like goofballs. Now, they blow me away with their insight and wisdom. Now, they are strong enough to carry me on their back, both literally and figuratively.”

‘It’s not my turn to put my wants and needs first. It’s not my turn to explore hobbies, binge Netflix, and take Mediterranean vacations.’: Mom urges ‘soak up the beautiful, exhausting magic of motherhood’

“It’s my turn to heal boo-boos with a kiss. It’s my turn to memorize the perfect squishiness of chubby baby faces. It’s my turn to cuddle, rock, and have my clothes stretched out by little hands. It’s my turn to soak up the beautiful, exhausting magic of motherhood while the turn is still mine.”

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