You were born into a strange world.

Like a candle, you were meant to share the fire.

I don’t know where we come from, and I don’t know where we go.

But my arms were made to hold you, so I will never let you go.

Cuz you were born to change this life.

You were born to chase the light.

You were born…

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Love your mother, yeah she’s a good one.

She’ll build you armor; keep you warm as a hen.

The stars may fall and the rains may pour,

But I will love you evermore.

You were born to make this right.

You were born to chase the light.

You were born…

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I got sad this evening.

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I was snapping some photos earlier this evening and as I was scrolling through them while putting my Son to bed —> This photo made me start to silently cry.

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My Bray loooovveeesss his sister so so much. From the day he met her he’s been AMAZING with her. Loving her, helping her, helping US. I went through some postpartum Mom guilt (who am I kidding – I still suffer from #momguilt).

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Yesterday he was playing a little with Olivia but getting a little over excited. Sometimes he tries to help her scoot along the floor but she didn’t like it last night. So as she started to verbalize that and cry we addressed with him the importance of being careful playing with her.

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He sat down and I could tell he was bothered. He made a remark about how “babies take up all of our time”. One of my concerns has always been that he would struggle with the newly divided attention going from the only one to having a sibling. It bothers me more that he all of a sudden is feeling these feelings – or just starting to express them :(.

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What’s the cure for #momguilt ?!