Dear Mamma,
This old house. These quiet halls. These empty rooms, whisper from the past. The walls lined with memories, still echoing their stories. Stories of hope and joy, grief and sorrow. The evidence of a life once lived together.
This kitchen table, once covered in crumbs and clamoring with life, now set for only two. Childhood slips away like the turn of autumn. Late-night feedings become late-night talks. Milk-drunk sleeps and baby’s breath – gone too soon.
Blessed are we, the ones who get to experience our children’s exhausted cries and desperate hugs. Their skinned knees and hidden peas and all. We long for it to stay like this forever. But children grow up, that’s what they do.
Eventually, they go off to create a life of their own. Maybe they’ll take the path we showed them. Maybe they’ll forge their own. One day, it will be their homes we visit. Holding their babes with raw and tender love.
We’ll remember how these long days made for short years. We’ll remember the time when they were ours, and we were theirs.
Dear friend, whatever fears you’re facing, whatever burdens you’re bearing, whatever wounds you’re mending… remember, this too shall pass. The hardship, the heartache, the hopeless nights, are only a small part of your family’s story.
All the good, all the love, all the beauty and the blessings. They too will pass, much sooner than we’d like.
But not today.
Today is meant for you. Today is meant for them.
You are needed. All of you. The parts that can bear it and the parts that can’t. The perfectly imperfect version of you.
Because at the end of the day, you are exactly the mother your children need.
Article courtesy of Wild + Free
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