Sometimes you don't know you have given something up until you have found it again.
Perhaps lost is a better word. Left behind. Somewhere between the marketing lunches and toys on the carpet.
If I squint I can just make out bits of it -- A baby born. Patting backs and encouraging burps at 2 am. Husband sleeping soundly in another room. A sister born before the first can talk. Is that another?
A long hospital stay. Cotton between my brain. I just want to take a nap. A long one.
Oh look. Here it is. A family with three beautiful children. And they still want to hold my hand. Hooray!
Photo credit: Robert Crum
