Parenting is a mirror to my soul.
Sometimes I stare into it so long I forget it’s only a reflection of reality.
Other times I wish to look away.
Either way, I know things about me that I didn’t know before.
I believe I am a new creation in Christ.
Because the flesh can be ugly.
I am now a grandmother.
This is a new indescribable kind of love, and I’ve only just begun.