the blur of motherhood.

"Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest."

- debra ginsberg


I'm still here...a little blurry around the edges, but happily so. Little Miss Erin keeps my hands full with cat-naps and frequent feedings and lots of crying. Well, actually it's more like screaming. She may be little, but she is already making her voice heard in the world.