“It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.” ~T. S. Eliot
Motherhood. Passion beyond passion. Love taking over your heart, soul, and mind. You live and breathe, breathe and live for these little one placed in your care.
Sometimes I feel I cannot even do the breathing part of it. They simply take it right away.
It is in the impromptu cuddle from my son in the midst of his busy play, the three year old small talk with my daughter. The seemingly mundane, insignificant moments–passions unexplainable to anyone else.
It is why I look at the woman with the rounded belly and smile. I want to shout to her, “Get ready for the greatest thing imaginable!” It is why I look at my sleep deprived, peanut butter covered life and smile, wishing for nothing else.
It is passion only a mother will ever understand.
Some may think I am crazy to chose this life, to spend my every day right next to them. To give up so much of myself, my dreams, my ambitions. To live with someone else’s needs always before mine.
Some may think I am crazy, but how can I explain light to the blind?
How can I explain the depth of these two warm bodies cuddled up next to mine this evening? How will I ever articulate the feeling of listening to their breath, watching their chests rise and fall, imagining their sweet dreams?
Motherhood. Passion beyond passion.