Snapshots of holidays & a few thoughts

As my love for this tiny being grows each day...

As my job as a mother is no longer seen as a duty, but as an enjoyable & loving task, in which I am taking so much joy in... 

As I'm getting to know my son, and learn to listen & watch him, and to caress him, instead of sharing this priviledge with another woman who I used to pay for it...

As I am discovering my mother's heart... 

So I have to let go of the guilt that comes whispering at the end of the day that I could have done better. 

I've got to learn to be still. To quiet all these thoughts banging in my head. 

To feel this 30 year old skin breathing. 

Quiet. Still. Full.

Whether on the couch, on the grass, over a cup of coffee.

Just sitting here beside the friend of fishermen & tired mothers.