Lay Me Down

One of the hardest things I find about being a mother is the physicality of it: the tremendous bodily changes we experience. The postpartum physical drama: feeling like a leaky fountain, trying to be patient with a saggy, blubbery, slowly healing self. The intense physical contact needed by babies, and toddlers, and growing children wrestling with world- and self-discovery. Truly He says that the greatest love lays down its life, its self, its very body.

Be patient, I tell myself. These days of great physical sacrifice are short. Soon enough I will be alone, aching for the little bodies that now nestle against my breast, into my heart.