Life is always changing. Our options and opinions change with it, sometimes slowly over long periods of time or as quickly as a moment passes.
Even as your hands grow bigger than mine, even as you grow taller than me, even as you become more independent and stretch your wings further, you’ll always be my baby.
In a lot of ways, it feels like I’m a first-timer: It’s been twelve heckin’ years since I was pregnant last.
We’ve all heard the phrase “it takes a village to raise a child” but less discussed is the community that mothers need to grow and thrive.
They tell us the days are long but the years are short, it all flies by, and while they’re probably right, the words don’t land the way they think they do.