Motherly thoughts

I’ve been pregnant multiple times in my adulthood. I didn’t get to bring home my babies.

I love my kids, I hope I get to meet them someday.

The very first thing I will do is take each one in my arms and hug them and tell them that they were loved and longed for.

Then, I will sit and watch and listen as they tell me all about the lives they have yet to lead and what they will do with that life.

I will tell them about the kids that we raised and the life that we live. I hope they will be proud of the effort we made to help the lives of each one.

My kids are not with me, and yet they are. They are the reason I hope.