Laura Kelly Fanucci blogs at Mothering Spirit, part of the CCblogs network.
This is the first thing I know about you: you are girls.
This is still a stunning revelation to a mom of (previously) all boys.
Another morning is blueing into being over the thin horizon behind the dark trees. It is icy cold, fresh frost ringing the windows and slow snowflakes drifting down behind the glass.
I am trying to convince myself to get out of bed.
Before I had children, I had a hazy image of life with kids. I don’t think I idealized it as pure ease and smooth delight, but the montage of pictures that would flash through my mind looked much more like parenting’s “best of” reel.
The tender and terrifying truth
Four times I’ve been pregnant during Advent. The first time. The second time. The third time. Now the fourth time.
Four times I’ve teared up at all the hymns about waiting for a child. Four times I’ve connected with the stories of annunciation and visitation in a tender and touching way.
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