I've written before about my respect for the brilliance that is Glennon Melton behind the blog Momastery and her book Carry On, Warrior. Today's post by Glennon on Facebook captured everything I've been feeling this week and made me cry huge fat hormonal pregnancy tears.
She writes,
"We try to protect ourselves by not allowing our hearts to be broken. But a broken heart is not the end of anything. It’s the beginning of everything."
(Oh sister, ain't it the truth.)
Along with this video:
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Here's the full link to the post Broken is the Beginning (this accompanying poem is heart-wrenching).
One year ago this week my heart was shattered in ways I never knew possible. It took me a whole year to get here, but here I am, living proof that it was the beginning of everything.
I'm 39 weeks pregnant.
With my first son.
With a lost mucus plug, bloody show, hours of painful contractions, many centimeters dilated, a car seat installed and two big sisters excitedly awaiting his arrival, any day now.
It's the beginning of everything.
She writes,
"We try to protect ourselves by not allowing our hearts to be broken. But a broken heart is not the end of anything. It’s the beginning of everything."
(Oh sister, ain't it the truth.)
Along with this video:
)
Here's the full link to the post Broken is the Beginning (this accompanying poem is heart-wrenching).
One year ago this week my heart was shattered in ways I never knew possible. It took me a whole year to get here, but here I am, living proof that it was the beginning of everything.
I'm 39 weeks pregnant.
With my first son.
With a lost mucus plug, bloody show, hours of painful contractions, many centimeters dilated, a car seat installed and two big sisters excitedly awaiting his arrival, any day now.
It's the beginning of everything.