No. It feels impossible.
Back then, I struggled to hope. In that five year season as we stumbled along learning to parent her precious, broken, unattached heart- trying clumsily to build trust and connection,
Love pours from her with beauty that literally changes many who meet her-
(She is worth every tear- even if she were not yet able to love.
But she does love and Oh what a gift it is to be a recipient of her love.)
My heart of love for him would ache for him to find peace-
Discouragement, isolation, and despair felt suffocating in that season.
And I was so afraid-
"I love mama" are words he says often while touching my face with his little hands. Then he collapses his head into my chest and holds tight with smiles that reveal darling dimples in his precious cheeks. My arms have become his favorite place. His attached and regulated and loving behavior is crazy beyond my wildest hopes only weeks ago- This one who stole my heart before we even knew his name has not had a single tantrum in 2 entire months!
and you find yourself within
then let me assure you-
and cry out to
the One who walks close to the broken.
He's there, unfolding beauty...