If I didn’t have children to live for, how would I get up every morning?
My youthful, naive dreams have been realized as such, so I move forward knowing the fuel is motherhood. I can’t imagine what fuel could replace it.
My inner fire is so dim sometimes, especially lately feeling so much loss. I have to depend on the fuel my girls give me, and it makes me even more sad because if that fuel isn’t there one day, but I still am, what would I still have to live for?