Deep

I’ve always been an emotional person, but since I’ve become a mother I cry at the drop of a hat.

About everything.

And anything.

Including things that have absolutely nothing to do with me but make me think of my children.

Particularly things that make me realise how quickly they will be no longer be children.

Certainly things that remind me of how lucky I am that they are healthy, and safe, and with us.

And always things that make me go into their rooms at night and kiss them again when they are asleep, or find them and hold them for the longest time when they are awake, or take them in the shower with me when they have already had a bath because I want them close.

Some of the reaction is due to being tired and hormonal, but most of it is due to feeling so deeply because I love so deeply now.

And because I’m so grateful, and worried for them.

Because they are everything to me and my heart is vulnerable for them.

They have cracked me open.

My heart is forever outside of my chest, exposed to all that they are.

So when I’m reminded of how much they really do mean, of what really is at stake, and what really is not worth worrying about, my heart bursts, and my tears fall.

They probably always will now,

Because this kind of love is deep.

And I’m in deep,

Tears and all.