Let yourself be all of the mother that you are — when you yell or get frustrated, when you ask forgiveness, when you
feel your heart straining against your
rib cage, all
because of how he looks asleep in your arms, all
because of the sound of childish voices laughing outside, all
because of the quiet nights in the monastery of the baby's room, just rocking in a time outside of time, it's all real and it's all you and it's all okay.