How can one beating heart bear the pain, the hurt, the emotion, together with the nachas, the joy, the love all at once?
Big enough to hold every single child in it, big enough to savor their joy, their laughter, their love.
I thought my heart was so flexible, it expanded exponentially each time another child was born.
I thought my heart was accepting, that it could withstand the pain of each challenge, the pain of rejection, the hurt for their hurt.
Tonight, I learned my heart can be broken and then bursting with joy — one following the other, before I can even catch my breath.
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