During the season before my baby was born I reached a new level of patience and peace. For months I walked without ever losing my temper or even becoming frustrated. It was beautiful. My husband and I were in such harmony and unity as my peacefulness influenced our entire household.
I finally understand (a sliver of) the desperation that comes with motherhood… How you give your heart away to the child that came from inside of you and to see them hurting is worse than any degree of hurting yourself. There are such peaks and valleys of emotion— with the rush of endorphins when she looks right into my eyes or falls asleep at my breast, and the helplessness of hours of inconsolable tears.