In the Center of Circumstance
“Mmm. Love that.” These were my mom’s words referring to my sweet baby boy. “I just love when you pick a baby up, and they stop crying.” It was a thought that had not escaped my own mind just a few weeks before. The third baby. Here is the general cycle I seemed to have noticed. For the first, I felt strangely at a loss, yet confident that I had this mother thing all figured out—it was what I was…