The minute my son’s tiny body squeezed out of me, I changed. I became vulnerable. Sure, I had loved before. My husband is testament to my faith in love. We need each other, and to lose the other would be devastating. But we are strong. We can survive on our own. My little boy, though capable and independent, needs us. It is as if God has granted me authority beyond my emotional control, to ensure the safety and well being of this beautiful child. I am afraid I love my son so much that my heart will surely burst.
When my …read more

I woke to a news report that a body found in a Georgia landfill was likely that of missing Orange Park, Fla., girl Somer Thompson, who went missing Monday while walking home from school. I watched the anchor pitch to a package that showed the mother in full grief, sobbing to a group hugging her shoulders and burning candles. The mother sang, “You are my Sunshine” through heaves of emotion, and it was all I could bear. I changed the channel.
At some point over these past six years, sometime after I became a mother, my heart became frail. I cannot …read more