"You blink and they are 8. Then 28. And then they are parents, resembling the you you once were.
So take it in, mama. Let them climb into bed with you any hour of the night. Sing that song they requested for the tenth time. Hold them a little tighter when all they want is to hug on you--feel that small body against your own. Maybe in raising children you lose your mind a little bit. But boy, do you find your soul! Embrace the exhaustion. The hard days. The overwhelming. And all the joy."
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