Gorgeous writing. Supurb. I’ve tried to articulate this very dichotomy and you nailed it.
As a mother of four daughters, the hardest transition for me was from zero to one child, not two to three or three to four.
My first daughter both sucker punched me and saved my life in her first year. The depth of her need often left me breathless, and yet, paradoxically, it was the most stabilizing force I have ever encountered.
Today, as a mom with older kids ages 8–16, I’m faced with their inevitable independence and sometimes become fearful of what will be left of me when the last ponytail is braided and forehead kissed.
I have time. Not much. But some.
Thanks, again. Just beautiful.