I was bathing Felicity today when Dawson walked in. The
bathroom is on the smaller side so company like this crowds us up a bit. I don’t
mind most of the time because the sweetness of her big brothers absolutely
gushing over her warms my heart.
I was enjoying the normal wave of love in the room when he
said, “I can’t even remember what it was like before Felicity.”
And just like that, I was relieved. All that struggle, the
long nights, the bursts of crying (from Felicity and me) - all that is nothing
to the rest of them. To them, she fits seamlessly into the mix. Our family didn’t
add an appendage; we melded into a better us.
It felt like a victory to me. It reminded me of the resilience
of kids. He might as well have thrown his arms around me and said, “You didn’t
kill us Mama. We’re all going to be okay. And by the way, we totally love this
little being you brought into the world. She makes all of us better human
Yep. Kids are pretty spectacular that way.