What's Your Heart Capacity?
How Much Can You Carry
On their first day of school, the mom of Little Bean’s best friend took this picture of the two of them right before going in, and I really like it.
A photo like this feels so, how can I put it into words, normal? And with that normalcy - in light of recent events - sort of terrifying.
Can you feel love and anxiety at the same time? Fear and pride? I never really understood before Little Bean how much I had the capacity of holding in my heart all at the same time.
She is the life in me, and she will be the death of me.
Just two newly minted fourth graders, best friends, on a sunny day of school in an otherwise utterly nondescript photo. It’s a photo she’ll find in thirty years and either laugh about it with her (still) best friend or she’ll struggle to remember who that girl was.
I look at it today, though, and I see hope and possibility. Do you have any photos from your past where you see the future?
I have a photo of my mom holding my son the day he was born and I always loved that look on her face as she saw a new grandchild for the first time. I realized that it was the same look I had on my face the day I held my granddaughter for the first time. Being a mom is great, being a Grammie leaves me speechless.