Both girls are asleep, I finally laid Ever down and will pick her up and cuddle into bed with her in just a few moments. I will be back soon- a birth story, an update on our vacation like baby moon and all my fears about striking out alone taking care of two girls with seemingly endless needs. Not to mention the copious amounts of writing about PP body I could start in on. . . hint: this time it is even harder. But for now, I am snuggling this little tiny one who loves to nurse, sleeps well as long as she is by my side and loving how she smells.
I am blessed to have a Mother who I fit with so well. We get along and understand each other in a way that words do no justice. She knows me and I know her and there is no bigger gift than feeling loved and understood by someone you respect so fully. I become more and more awed by my Mom the further into motherhood, nursing and the handwork of this job. I had an incredibly beautiful childhood that was punctuated with endless respect and care- my parents talked with me, explained things thoroughly, my Mom nursed me till I was four and laid in bed with me till I fell asleep on the days that I needed that even when I was far “too old” to need my Mom. I am so loved and hope to give that kind of love and gift to my own girls. And if they love and respect me even half as much as I do my own Mom. . . I will be beyond thankful.
Thank you Mom. I love you.