Here's an excerpt of this week's FPW (favorite post of the week):
And, though I may have cursed wooden shoes and Holland, I came to the realization that, in any parenting situation, there are a thousand Holland situations. And a thousand Italys too. (Warning: Going into far-fetched Analogy Zone. Hang on.) And there's air traffic control monitoring this constant stream of flights, for any given child, that take off and land in both the beautiful expected and the unknown lands where we must search for beauty. Perfectly "normal" children with 46 chromosomes take their parents to Holland. When girls grow up and tell their moms they aren't having children, thus crushing grandchild dreams. When boys choose art over football and disappoint their fathers. When children move away and don't come home for Christmas. When girls become teenagers and slam doors and call their mothers b-words.
And who says Nella will never take me to Italy? I feel like she already has...when she's breathing heavy on my chest at night and the weight of her tightly-jammied body sinks right into my soul and I smile thinking, "this is just like Lainey." When she takes her first steps someday. When she says 'mama' or 'I love you' or reads her first book out loud.
It's just a mess of flights and destinations for every child...some good, some bad...but that's parenthood. Period.
Background: Kelle Hampton, blogger, photographer, mommy of two beautiful girls, experiencing parenthood from a gorgeous point of view. Her blog, Enjoying the Small Things, is a riveting photo-fest of her adoration of life, no matter what. Read her latest birth story here.