Motherhood: Pulled from the Ether

I am your mother.

I dreamed of you before your souls were tied to any physical existence.  I was your mother before you even came to be.  Your existence floated all around me, waiting.  In the beginning, your physical form came into being within mine, pulled from the ether into my body.  The first electrical currents of your thoughts began inside my body—each of you, the tiniest snow globe inside of me, housing the cracks and thunder bolts of your emerging personality.   The first thumps of your hearts, began in me. Read the rest of this entry »