Petals Unfolding

I have looked after my baby grandson for a couple of days. So not a lot of comments, but all the more huggles and snuggles and cuddles.

When his father was just a wee one and I was expecting again, I suddenly grew worried about love. I felt I was betraying my child by wanting another one. I imagined my heart was full. I thought that the only way I could love the new one was by taking away from the one I already loved.

I needed comforting from the midwife. She told me the heart had no one size, but was always expanding, like a flower in bloom.

When baby grandson was born, I instantly recognized that sweet scratching deep into my chest.

I knew it was petals unfolding.