That moment when your child steps up to the microphone and you can’t breathe because your heart has somehow become lodged in your throat…and then her voice wafts over the audience like that of an angel and your heart explodes…with pride…and awe…and gratitude for the poise she apparently acquired but you have no idea how or why…and for the chance to be there as a mom to witness it.
One response to “Be Still My Heart”
What a beautiful post. Mine are just babies but I already feel so proud of everything they do. Can’t imagine what it will be like when they’re older and have other types of accomplishments.