The other day, while out with my sister, I observed her. I did more than just see her. I watched her playing with my nephew, the hugs they shared, and the love exchanged so silently between them.
Something clicked within me and it just made me smile. The same fear that paralyzes me from having children, from even contemplating it for too long, I think is the same fear that drives her to love him that much more.
In that moment I caught a glimpse of what motherhood is all about, all the love that flows from a mother’s heart and how vastly different it is from any other kind of love. One day, I can hope to experience that same love, through all of my fears.
(Note: This entry was actually written 2 years ago and sat unloved in my drafts. After happening upon it once again, I’m finally ready to publish it.)