Today is my birthday. Not the traditional birthday. It is the birthday of the day that I gave birth to my first child. My son, who opened an explosion of love that I never knew I had in me. My son who put me through one heck of a labor, but who has given me decades of gratitude that makes those three days of contractions seem like nothing.
It reminds me too of the birth of my second child some four years later. I remember worrying "how can I have enough love for this child, because I love my first so much?"
Silly me. The depth and breadth of love is neverending. All of the sudden my heart opened wider than I ever thought it could. I understood how a parent can love 2, 3, 4 and more children just the same. Being a mom is the most important, most gratifying, and most humbling experience of my life.
Being a mom keeps me going. Being a mom keeps me learning. Being a mom keeps me loving. Being a mom keeps me committed to making the world a better place for those who will be left behind when I am gone.
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