Beautiful; She regenerates from purpose.
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Beautiful. The beauty of life is an imp of a child, a blur of footy pajamas and giggles, a mother’s begging her child to stop growing up, or at least slow down! The most beautiful thing is the emptiness of a soul poured completely out, perfect exhaustion, mental, emotional, and physical fatigue: when she can do no more than sit on the couch in the company of her husband, oblivious to her exhaustion… and then the little ball of soft curls and snuggles! A sleepy smile that nuzzles into her lap. The Mother brushes the curls back behind those little ears, and the soul refills. She regenerates from purpose.
Wrinkles, gray hair, and understanding. Those are the most beautiful of all. A rich understanding of her mother before and hers before her. The beauty is the realization that a Mother is the strongest of all creatures. She gives when there’s nothing more to give. She manufactures love, creates energy, exudes light when there is none. A look at her child, an ear to its song and play, and she can do the impossible. That is the most beautiful.
