wishes into flesh love into bone dreams into life whispers into song the purest thoughts we have our unadulterated joy our raw hope our entire hearts how can a mother not believe in magic? when she has held it in her womb, pressed it to her breast, loved it into existence? our babies are here to remind us what we already know this universe is miraculous and magical an expanding and all encompassing love is inside and outside each and every one of us it's what our babies are comprised of it's what we are comprised of but you knew that already, mama.
the things i love are so small. my son's tiny hand in mine. the top of his head tucked under my chin. the coffee someone makes me. a guitar being strummed. wind rustling the trees. mangoes. stretching my body. my Dad's laugh. my Mom's Hello Honey, as she answers my call. sunlight dancing on water. being barefoot. a smile exchanged with a stranger. the things i love are so big. the mountains of northern Thailand. a whole country that both made and undid me. the lakes of Ontario. huge, holy trees. the sky at dawn. new beginnings. possibility on the horizon. this chaotic, beautiful world. Motherhood. hope. love. life.
mama musings 