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Nesting Heart


The moment that I became a mother my life changed.  This deep desire to gather my loved ones exploded.

I have always taken care of myself.  Then my sisters began to arrive and I intuitively felt the need to mother them.   Marriage found me contented.  We wrestled with our old patterns of being and doing until we made our own.  

Then my boys.  The treasures of my heart.  Times like these I just want to call them all home and wrench them to me and push back the world for a time.

I tend to mother everyone.  The kids.  The youth.  The older people.  The coaches.  Whomever.   In fact tonight while I'm away I've fretted for my husband and my youth group. 

But tonight it is my boys that I long to draw close.  Cook something...or maybe not.  Maybe buy something.  Curl up with a good movie or a book like when they were little and popcorn.

Will I ever grow out of this?  Not hardly.  The boys are pretty patient.  In fact they have all texted me back..."love u 2."  That makes it all perfect.

My Mom and Dad were down to visit and watch a wrestling match of one of my boys when my Grandmother who is almost 90 called Dad who is 65 to "check" on him.  

So look out boys.  For the next 50 some years....I'll be mothering you!

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