Motherhood pulls and stretches us into new and beautiful creations. Inside and outside, we become something new, never to fully return to how it was before. And while the process might be hard, there is a heroic beauty to it all as we live a vocation only a sliver of the world can lay claim to: life-bearers.
Our bodies show the proof of the glory, sometimes for the rest of our lives. I don’t want to run from that anymore. My stomach looks like I’ve had four babies. Four lives that will hopefully change the world someday. Four precious souls that are utterly unique and loved. I’m proud to bear the burden of that gift to the world in my flesh…. Read the rest of my thoughts at Aleteia’s For Her.