There is no end to this love

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There is no end to this love
There is no end to this love

He’s going down so much easier these days. Thanks, daycare. This morning he fell asleep within minutes after I picked him up from his jumperoo. Even a few weeks ago, I’d have to rock and rock and rock-bounce, rock bounce bounce until he slowly closed his eyes. He’s growing up before mine. I held him for a long time anyway, they way we used to. It’s scary I have to say that 3.5 months in – used to. His warm head resting under my chin, it amazes me how well we fit together like branches growing in and around each other.
In two months, Pat has a work conference in Orlando and his boss wants me to go, but it means I’ll have to leave our boy for a few days. It’s a hard balance: Me and Pat; Me and Jack; Me and Pat and Jack. But Jack’s Nana is going to fly down and take care of him. I’m excited to go on an adventure with my guy again. It will be good for us. We’ll both miss Jack horribly. Pulled in multiple directions: motherhood.


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4 responses to “There is no end to this love”

  1. And it will ever be so. All of what you said.
    I still love to twine myself around my children and they are tall as trees. And I still worry that I am not giving my love equally to all, husband, children, now grands.
    It works out. That’s all I can say.

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      rachelvb

      He’s starting to wrap his arms around my neck when I hold him. I love it.
      I wonder if its not about giving amounts of love, but simply loving without limits. I suppose it’s more amounts of attention than anything. And then there’s myself. Some days I get “touched” out. It’s easy to forget ourselves in it all. xoox

  2. What Ms Moon said. And now you know how very much, how very deep and wide your own mother loves you. No end indeed. Gosh, he’s adorable.

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      rachelvb

      =) Thank you! It’s true, Angella. You really have no idea until you have a kiddo. It’s a door that was always there, but we hadn’t opened yet. It’s the same house, just more rooms.

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