i’m feeling deep today.
the truly wonderful moments in life are often the ones we take for granted – a baby’s coo, cuddles from a child, waking up next to a loved one. only when we recognize the value of these precious moments can we truly understand what it means to be alive.
hey chicky, please stop going off about how ~amazing~ your life is when your child isn’t around. it makes me sick. i’m starting to question if your child means as much as you say she does – because all i ever hear about is how “awesome” things are when you “finally” get a night out. (aka, every weekend)
i am not a mother because i have known love, rather, i know love because i am a mother.
any woman who says that motherhood doesn’t change your understanding of true, pure, unconditional love is either not a mother, or a very poor one.
