I didn’t know if I could understand love. When you haven’t had parents who loved you or who loved you abusively, it seems like the skill of parenting would be lost forever. I find, however, as I have ventured down this path of parenting, that there exists within me a redemptive power that fuels a new kind of love. This is a love that I never received from my parents, but has always been there for my own children. I am so glad that love is not only learned. I am so glad that I don’t have to be like my parents. There is a power that is greater than environment, and that power is paving the way for my healing and allowing me to love my child with God’s love for me.
I’ve never seen eyes like yours.
Two baby pools reflecting the sun.
I see the floor of the ocean,
And a million other marvels.
How can you come from me,
With your ever-growing beauty?
Infinitely long lashes and perfect pout.
And just when I think that you’ve maxed out,
A new day reveals more.
Your spirit, ablaze with fire,
You overflow with personality.
Little body can’t hold the massive heart,
Throbbing, larger than life.
As you grow into yourself, I watch in awe,
Amazed at you, inhaling your passion.
Catching your fire,
Speechless at the privilege of being your mommy.
Thank you for being.
The Beautiful Broken 