As mothers, we carry so much.
We carry diaper bags, water bottles, empty snack wrappers. We carry coffee in one hand and Kleenex in the other. We carry hope that the future will be better for our children, and fear that it might be worse. We carry memories and milestones and daily schedules.
We carry the heavy weight of this mother-love, and the sheer delight of it, too.
Most of all, we carry our children. In our bodies and in our arms, in our hearts and in our minds, forever.
A Continual Feast 