Being Mother

I see the circle, the ripples going out, ever expanding.
My child walking a similar path. The various “extra” siblings I brought into her life (and the ones she brought into mine). I see the love she holds, the laughter, the strength. I watch as her heart takes in a young child, readily being second mother to him, cuddling, loving, playing, teaching. I see how naturally it comes to her, how in love with this child she already is. I watch also as her belly grows, a new life, wished and worked into being with God’s grace, and hear her hopes and plans and dreams. I feel the kicks, dream the dreams, wait with anticipation. I take to my heart her new child, and the coming baby; I read her favorite stories to them, and give what I hope is another stronghold for both. I watch as she lives a lesson learned throughout life, a lesson taught to me by my mother: Every child deserves to be safe, and to be loved, and to laugh. We hold this candle in the window for the child who may need it to light the way, however briefly and for whatever reason.
Don’t fear, little ones. The road is hard, but the path is lit by love.
-KJ Roe

Author: KJ Roe

Welcome to Dreams of Shadow and Light. My name is KJ Roe. Among my many weaknesses, words, water, and chocolate are eclipsed only by time with loved ones. When I'm not writing, you might find me taking way too many pictures of sunsets or dancing in my kitchen. Words help me find my way through the dark times and to hold onto the bright ones. May you find here a bit of light for your shadows. View all posts by KJ Roe