It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way…
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
I wonder if Charles Dickens had any idea these words would be considered an excellent synopsis for describing the condition, “motherhood”. Literally - I have experienced The. Best. Times. I have experienced The. Worst. Times… Light and Dark… Hope and despair.
Mercy… holding my newborn babies for the first time - kissing their pink lips and counting all ten toes… That was when Heaven was at the edge of my lips… it was at the tips of my fingers. And within mere days I would “go direct the other way” as sleep deprivation took over. Nothing prepares one for this. Nothing. It is rite of passage… a very dark passage.
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