When I had my first child and he turned out healthy, brilliant and amazing, I was filled to overflowing with love and gratitude. There is nothing in this life that I can compare it to.
It was equally intense when I was gifted a second time, with a healthy child so perfect and beautiful that I didn’t dare to examine how I got so lucky.
I can honestly say there hasn’t been a single second, that I ever took the incredible blessing of being a mom for granted.
Not one. Through sleep deprivation so intense that I would sometimes hallucinate; and all the pukey, poopy, screaming, and snotty moments, my love and devotion never wavered.
I knew that even if I never accomplished anything else in this life, the privilege of having those two children, was enough. That’s how big it is to be a parent.
In comparison, a person could easily think that becoming a licensed skydiver was a small thing. But it wasn’t.
It was deeply, irrevocably personal.
It was also entirely mine.
It wasn’t tied to any other person, responsibility or obligation. It wasn’t practical, necessary or even “worthy” by the world’s standards.