How Much a Heart Can Hold
I’m already amazed at how much I’ve grown to love this tiny little baby growing inside me. I know that she (or he…I’m just using the general she terminology) is no bigger than an olive right now and wouldn’t even fit fully in the palm of my hand, but knowing that this little person is going to be (and already is) a part of our family fills my heart with a love that I didn’t even know I had in me.
I knew when I was pregnant with Noah that my heart could handle how much love I had for him early on. There was a space inside me that I had been waiting to become a mommy for a long, long time. I’d dreamed of having my own child and preparing for his arrival was the highlight of my life (next to spending time with my new husband, of course).
With this baby, we waited and hoped and prayed and anticipated seeing that little stick broadcasting two pink lines that when the day finally came, the love I had for this baby was immediate. Anticipation and excitement were instantaneous, but part of me still wondered whether or not my heart would expand that much.
One thing they don’t tell you about being a parent is just how much love you have in you to give to a child.
How much I love my kids is unmeasurable.
A vastness of love so deep that I think the only way that they will ever fully understand it is to become parents themselves.
I still wonder from time to time-and I’m sure that the further along I get in this pregnancy, the more I will wonder-whether or not my heart can handle loving two children.
I feel sometimes like my heart is absolutely going to bust with love for Little Man. Can I handle anymore?
Since I missed the linkup for #52Faces last week, feel free to link up twice this week (last weeks post and this weeks post!).
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I think all moms feel this way when they are expecting their second.But those fears quickly go away after the baby is born!