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Live - Lightning Crashes


Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes, the confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door

Lightning crashes, an old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes, the confusion that was hers
Belongs now, to the baby down the hall

Oh I can feel it coming back again
Like a rolling thunder chasing the wind
Forces pulling from the center of the earth again
I can feel it

Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
This moment she's been waiting for
The angels open her eyes, pale blue colored iris
Presents the sun and puts the glory out to hide, hide

Oh, I can feel it coming back again
Like a rolling thunder chasing the wind
Forces pulling from the center of the earth again
I can feel it



Yeah. So, it's getting pretty close now. Not quite 37 weeks, only a few more weeks to go. I can't hardly wait to see my baby boy. I want to hold him and see him, touch him and know what he looks like. I'm worn out and hurting and just want it to be over. He's a restless little guy, that's for sure. He moves more than Zoe ever did.....and she was quite the wiggler in utero, lol.

I see no greater purpose on this earth than being a parent. Whether it is to a biological child or an adopted child or even if you are a foster parent....parenting teaches so many things and brings so much to these short lives of ours. Nothing teaches more patience and generosity and acceptance than being a parent. Nothing brings more joy and more sorrow, more love or more anger than being a parent. Being a parent adds dimension to an otherwise flat life. Nothing on earth turns a person's attention more away from themselves than raising a child. It's hard to be self absorbed when you're busy giving your all to your baby. xd You have to give so much of yourself as a parent, to the point where it sometimes feels as if there's nothing left. But the well never dries up. There's always plenty and extra to spare.

The best reward is when you realize that your child loves you. Even as you love your imperfect, aggravating, annoying little rugmonkey.....they love you. As imperfect and aggravating and annoying and inconstant as you are....they love you just as much as you love them. And, just as you forgive them for the things that they just can't get right, they forgive you for the things that you can't get right.

Nothing feels more like home than the hug of your own child.

Nothing.