Musings of a Liberal Texan

Maternal Musings Every now and then I get this pang, this knot in my stomach, a wave of mixed love, sadness, joy. As I remember the feel of Josh's tiny hand in mine or Cody's little chubby arms around my neck. I remember their little voices, their little faces turned to me, their blissful, unfettered laughter. I see them as they sleep, the peaceful slumber of the innocent and the waves of unfathomable love for them as I smoothed their hair and kissed their beautiful faces. My boys are moving towards independence...running into to trouble, growing, stretching, falling, tumbling, rebounding, becoming. Every now and then, I get this rush of love and adoration for them. I miss the little them. Now, now they hug me so hard they pop my back as they lift me six inches off the ground. Now they wave and throw a kiss as they back their truck and SUV out of the driveway, thumping, pumping bass vibrating glass in every window within a block. Now, he texts “I miss you, mom” randomly from hi...