A 100-word reflection on where I’m at
My hands are full.
I know this, you don’t have to point it out. Toddler daughter holding one, infant son filling the other… My hands are full and so is my time.
Feeding, holding, changing, scolding. And somehow also writing, teaching, making, reaching. There’s always more to do personally and professionally but what fills most of my time?
Filling my arms with my babies.
I do not regret this. No, this is my dream come true. My hands are full of exactly what I always wanted: the next generation.