I love the pinch on the inside of my cheek when I eat dark chocolate, a barely sensed wince and then the flush in my mouth of something special and secret.
I probably shouldn’t be reading this in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep. Oh how this tugged at my heart…pulled back like a rubber band and then snapped it.
I loved reading this! I understand, too. You say it so well. Except. Perhaps my favourite chocolate is dark with fragments of lemon or maybe even raspberry now, tart and colourful and sparingly included. We’re not the same. Yet we know. How well we know.
This is the most layered, nuanced telling of motherhood I have seen. As a recent empty nester I felt your words acutely. Beautiful, raw and comforting all at once. Thank you for sharing🫶🏼
My heart feels that aching tug, the knowing of the bittersweet in letting go. Every word of this is full and fills me up. All of it, and you, simply beautiful ❤️🩹
Of course!! I can feel it!! Maybe this is the being of being alive? The feeling the all of it? The loving so fiercely that you cannot help but feel the harmony and taste the bitter sweetness. Your writing is so vivid. Keep going!
Beautifully written. You captured all the feels❤️❤️❤️
Such gorgeous perspective for a mama at the beginning of it all <3
I probably shouldn’t be reading this in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep. Oh how this tugged at my heart…pulled back like a rubber band and then snapped it.
This is my favorite one yet. So visually stimulating. So touching.
I loved reading this! I understand, too. You say it so well. Except. Perhaps my favourite chocolate is dark with fragments of lemon or maybe even raspberry now, tart and colourful and sparingly included. We’re not the same. Yet we know. How well we know.
This is the most layered, nuanced telling of motherhood I have seen. As a recent empty nester I felt your words acutely. Beautiful, raw and comforting all at once. Thank you for sharing🫶🏼
I feel like I’m going to cry every second. Thank you for this.
Allow it. Expect it. Give yourself grace. I see you. Virtual hugs, mama. I wrote about this the other day:
GROWN AND FLOWN
While you smile cheerily next to them
I see you
In your eyes
A dichotomy
Between a heart ripping open
And one so full of pride it may burst
I see the words you long to say
The tears that linger just beneath the surface
Mixed with a relief that you made it
They made it
18 years of memories
Play like a movie across your psyche
Your breath catches
It’s bitter sweet
I see you
I am you
And I am holding space
For you and your tender heart
One that has loved hard
And now is at a loss of how to beat
When a piece of it
Has grown and flown-Heidi White 8/21/24
WOW WOW WOW…yes. To all of this.
Beautiful Stef just beautiful
My heart feels that aching tug, the knowing of the bittersweet in letting go. Every word of this is full and fills me up. All of it, and you, simply beautiful ❤️🩹
Thank you and I know you KNOW! Being a human and a parent and a lover and a friend can be so hard, right!??
Humaning is the hardest, especially when the heart is involved ❤️🩹
Beautiful, Stephanie
Thank you so much! We are really in it right now!!!
Of course!! I can feel it!! Maybe this is the being of being alive? The feeling the all of it? The loving so fiercely that you cannot help but feel the harmony and taste the bitter sweetness. Your writing is so vivid. Keep going!