There are times when I miss my life before my daughter was born.
Closer
Even as I celebrate her growing up, I cannot ignore my desire to be near her, to hold onto her, to feel her on my lap.
Not Like I Thought
I had a vision of what my daughter’s transition to nursery school would be like, and it was not this.
All Of Me
My daughter wants all of me: my attention, my hand, my time, my privacy and my lap.
The Hardest Days
This is how it goes most days: my daughter drains every ounce of me with her demands, and then fills me back up with complete joy and bliss.
This is Good
Sometimes I wish I had been warned that motherhood is the ultimate exercise in letting go.
The Weight of Her
I feel the weight of her constantly, but especially on these nights, when I am so tired at the end of my long days. Her body is heavy on mine as I sit on the chair.