I don’t think I’ll ever feel done

 I don’t think I’ll ever feel done.

My heart always wonders if there’s room for one more.
Another baby to hold.
Another set of firsts to witness.
Another little soul to love.

But at the same time…
I know I’m at capacity.
My hands are already so full.
My patience is stretched thin.
My body has given all it can.
My mind is constantly tired.

It’s such a bittersweet place to be.

To know I’ll never feel done.
Yet also know I can’t take on more.

That’s the part of motherhood no one really talks about.

The grieving of children you’ll never have…
While pouring every ounce of love into the ones right in front of you.

It’s heavy.
It’s tender.
It’s real.