Lord, my kids know they grew in my tummy not long ago. It's so amazing how they use this now - if I scold Adele she sulks often shouting 'I'm not in your tummy' and Tommy hugging and clinging on to me before he sleeps often says 'Wana go in your tummy'. Thoughts of my children and how they lived in my womb as part of me, but not me, yet unique individuals, makes me think of us and You! As a mother I too miss my children being part of me, and sometimes place my hand on my tummy and feel it empty without them. Loving them as madly as all mothers love their own, as they sleep snuggled close to us at night, I almost want them back inside were my very life gives them life.
Lord, my kids know they grew in my tummy not long ago. It's so amazing how they use this now - if I scold Adele she sulks often shouting 'I'm not in your tummy' and Tommy hugging and clinging on to me before he sleeps often says 'Wana go in your tummy'. Thoughts of my children and how they lived in my womb as part of me, but not me, yet unique individuals, makes me think of us and You! As a mother I too miss my children being part of me, and sometimes place my hand on my tummy and feel it empty without them. Loving them as madly as all mothers love their own, as they sleep snuggled close to us at night, I almost want them back inside were my very life gives them life.
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