Thinking of myself reflecting back on this stage of motherhood at age 50, carries with it a tremendous, and apparently very real, fear. 

The possibility is gut-wrenching, cry-worthy. It’s body-aching.

It’s the possibility that my best efforts may not be good enough.

My insides HURT when I consider that as much as I try to soak in these moments while I have them right here in my hands, one day I may STILL long to have them back.

It’s possible. It’s certainly possible.

However. 

HOWEVER.

There’s this…piece. This…other thing. This other “side” of things that sometimes, especially on the bad days, that I want to say, but don’t, in response to that well-intentioned grocery store mom. letter to me, motherhood, motherhood truth, honest motherhood, christmas scene, mom blog, motherhood reflection, motherhood regrets