The cobwebs of humanity: a birthing basket.

My overgrown toddler and I were driving home the other day, him gazing out the window with the wind blasting his wispy tangled hair, just the way he likes it.  Suddenly he declared in a soft voice, “mama, did you know I love myself?”

All at once, in every cell of my body, I knew that he would be alright here.  That small proclamation set my heart at ease…