Oohhhhhh! I don't have kids myself, but it made me think of my relationship with my parents. The simple touches. Hugs. Being fed. Lying on the lap. When they comb my hair....
After marriage I miss those. I'll probably go home today or tomorrow and hug my mom❤️
Aww, I love remembering those moments. And how we can still return to that familiar affection and tenderness, even as we age. Thank you for sharing this. One of the hardest things about being a mom is thinking that someday we'll outgrow this bond. I keep reminding myself that it will grow and change shape, but the love will always be there. 💗
Beautiful words, I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately as V is 18 months and very definitely my last baby. Yet still there is something that stirs within me when I see tiny babies all snuggled up on a chest or in arms… a longing. Xx
Yes! It’s layered, isn’t it? I love my now two year old- seeing his personality develop, interacting with him in different ways. The infant stage was really hard and also simple? We were so entwined and while sometimes that was challenging, it was also comforting. Being a mother/caregiver has created the need to hold so much paradox.
I’m grieving and celebrating the journey alongside you! 💗
Oohhhhhh! I don't have kids myself, but it made me think of my relationship with my parents. The simple touches. Hugs. Being fed. Lying on the lap. When they comb my hair....
After marriage I miss those. I'll probably go home today or tomorrow and hug my mom❤️
Aww, I love remembering those moments. And how we can still return to that familiar affection and tenderness, even as we age. Thank you for sharing this. One of the hardest things about being a mom is thinking that someday we'll outgrow this bond. I keep reminding myself that it will grow and change shape, but the love will always be there. 💗
Beautiful poem. That looming heartache of knowing they won’t always need you to hold them in the same way constantly weighs on my chest 💞
Looming heartache is a good way to describe it. I feel it, too. While also longing for a bit more independence at the same time! 💕
Beautiful words, I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately as V is 18 months and very definitely my last baby. Yet still there is something that stirs within me when I see tiny babies all snuggled up on a chest or in arms… a longing. Xx
Yes! It’s layered, isn’t it? I love my now two year old- seeing his personality develop, interacting with him in different ways. The infant stage was really hard and also simple? We were so entwined and while sometimes that was challenging, it was also comforting. Being a mother/caregiver has created the need to hold so much paradox.
I’m grieving and celebrating the journey alongside you! 💗