Somewhere between birth and all mother,
I must have built my secret well.
Stumbling through slumber with ache,
I set each brick within that core.
Tipping buckets of resistant tears,
I feel valley through days of tug and pull.
Hours hang with leaden weight,
I walk above another flood.
Heart washes away with meal prep,
I fear the crack in the well.
As you can tell, it's been one of those weeks with the kids. I can still hear the labor nurses saying to me, "Push! Push!" Little did I know that the kids would be pushing me to my limits at times :) Gratefully, tomorrow is another day. I have to hold my ground even when I'm a little shaky. It's good to know that I can come to this wonderful blog world and find the refuge that I need. Thanks everyone!