Fifteen Months.

I have come to believe that the great conflict in a woman's life is comprehending the emotions of motherhood -- and more specifically, understanding (and appreciating?) how witnessing the growth of one's child causes the literal aching of one's heart, and yet, also, the purest, most exquisite gleam of bliss.

I'm quite certain there is eternal explanation to such a conflict, to the wordless feelings inside a mother's heart. And someday, I believe I'll know and understand the things I don't know now.

Until then, my heart seems to find divine rythym in it all. In joyful longing. In things bittersweet. In seeing and feeling the quiet miracle of having the opportunity to nurture another life.

Within my home, within my child, there is heavenly evidence of God.

I understand this more now. (I will learn it better.)

Oh, the things fifteen months have taught me.

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My Darling

Jeff Tweedy & Jay Bennett, Baby Mine: Classic Songs for Bedtime


Go back to sleep now, my darling and I'll keep all the bad dreams away.
Breathe now, think sweet things, and I'll think of all the right words to say.
Because we made you, my darling, with the love

in each of our hearts.
We were a family, my darling, right from the start.
Grow up now, my darling, please don't you grow up too fast.
And be sure, darling, to make all the good times last.
Because we made you, my darling, with the love

in each of our hearts.
We were a family, right from the start.

PS: isn't that sweetest?