I found this song after Littlefoot was born. He is the reason I stopped messing around with my mental health and took it as a life and death matter. I didn’t want him to be scared of losing me. Even if I didn’t care about my own life I didn’t want him to have to ever have that worry.

So of course I think of this every time I hear that song, but what no one tells you is how true it is for every baby individually… that each one changes you. Each precious child changes you indelibly. Each child makes you believe that much more in the power of love.

I am so grateful for music like this. I’m not who I was when my first was born. And I’m not who I was when my second was born. Nor my third. I’m not who I was last year. Life is constant change, thank God.

Not that I have already obtained it or have already become perfect, but I press on so that I may lay hold of that for which also I was laid hold of by Christ Jesus.

Philippians 3:12

I don’t write to say that it’s all good now and I’m cured or healed or don’t struggle. I do. I struggle in ways that only someone as pride-filled as me can struggle. But there is growth. I can’t deny it. I’m not who I was. And that is a true miracle.