Tag · Growth

When I want so badly to help someone — am I answering their need, or my own impatience?

Maybe a child doesn't need a mother who never makes mistakes, but one who is willing to repair, and to reconnect.

What wears me out isn't the thing itself — it's wanting it to become what I hoped for, faster.

They may have changed places, but a grape is still a grape.

Pregnant women aren't remarkable because of how much pain we can take. We're remarkable because we're willing — for a child we haven't met yet.

Some partings exist to make the memory more precious; some distances exist to prove that longing can cross mountains and seas.

So often the thing we can't let go of isn't for our child at all. It's for the child we used to be.