Nurturing, a mother’s protection.
Keeping them safe from harm.
Wrapping them in loving arms.
fretting when sleeping with fevered dreams.
A prayer for their pain to be taken away.
A wish it were mine before theirs.
My kisses can help, now.
Sad to think about when that changes.
So for now, I love them with all my might.
Praying for their safety and health, overnight.
Releasing control, the letting go.
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Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there.
~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C.
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This is beautiful and the perfect description of a mother’s love.
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Thank you! You’ve honestly been an inspiration, going with the feelings more and the words less. ❤️ learning to hone the craft, sometimes!
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I think that’s the way to do it. Feelings translate and give life to the words.
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Beautiful, Tiffany 🙂
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Thank you for reading and enjoying!
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🙂
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