I reminisced with a friend today the details of my pregnancies and the birth of my sons. The conversation seemed to come out of nowhere. 

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Later, as I sit in the dark of my living room on the couch with my youngest asleep next to me, I realize that the desire to be a mom continues to be as strong now as when I was pregnant.

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I can’t protect or watch over them all the time though, which is why praying over them is essential. I say what we call grateful prayers every night before the boys go to sleep. At the closing of the prayers is when I ask God to watch over all of us and to let the boys know I am with them always.

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As he lays with the pillow against my leg, I place my hand on my son’s chest. It’s as if he needs just as much comfort and reassurance as he did when he was an infant. You know what, though? That sense of touch/connection I’ll admit is maybe more for me. He is asleep, after all. Regardless, that mother child connection is priceless. I don’t even want to go to sleep yet. It brings me peace to watch him sleep.