This blog was inspired by a conversation I had with a friend yesterday. A conversation that started out about daycare options soon became one about our hopes and fears for our kids, which became a larger conversation about how deeply we appreciate the pain and fear our very existence must have brought our mothers.
Not that we were especially bad, or difficult children, but that our mothers were good. We live firmly in the joy and fear of motherhood right now, and we can feel what our mothers must
So rather than the quote inspiring the blog this time, the blog dictated the quote:
“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.” — Debra Ginsberg
This blog is a thank you to all the mothers who were good, and to my own very good mother.