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Before my first son, plenty of people warned me about the obstacles and the emptying that motherhood brings. So many that I girded myself, preparing to embrace the weight of this eternal endeavor with all the solemnity it deserves. And all those challenges have been what I expected.

What has surprised me is how much I laugh.

I speak now in sternness: “It's time to move on.”
But quick to remember my own bloody battles,
I join back beside him as Truth Liaison.
We walk side-by-side for a few sacred moments;
His breathing has slowed and begins to match mine.

“I will always kiss the rain,”
my daughter told me.

She’s two.
What can she know about rain?

I deeply want what I create within my mothering to praise God, but, let’s be real – my magnificat is not going to be some shiny glorious song, it’s going to vacillate between a do-this-NOW tone and a ragged lullaby, between silly giggles and raspy, sobbing prayers. It is (and has been and will be) MESSY.

and darling — the hardest part is becoming…

Your house will be clean, someday. When tiny feet leave no more muddy footprints…

I love you more than you will ever know, although…