Eighteen months ago today.
I was feeling pretty great, powerful, and amazed at my Mother-Earthy-ness. I mean, I had my baby at home, on my bedroom floor, only light from candles by my bed and a flashlight in my midwife's hands.
I am WOMAN!
Eighteen months ago today I felt like there wasn't anything I could not do.
I need that reminder this day, especially, because I can't really think of much I can do well right now. I'm blinded by the glare of the many many many defects of myself, my wifely-ness, and my mothering.
Eighteen months ago today I was finding out what it was like to have a daughter. [I'll be honest, it's awesome.]
But it kicks my butt sometimes. I know that boys need a good example of a Mother just as much as girls
for me it really kicked in when I had Ivy. Like, I can't fake my way through this one. I'm learning so much I never knew about myself. She is so much like me. She is so much like me. She could be like me.
And she can do anything.
I can do anything. And do it well.
Beth took this one & I stole it because it's my favorite picture ever.
Ivy is 18 months old today!
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