This week’s prompt is stretch. Please check out Tales from a Gypsy Mama and read what other bloggers have to say about this week’s theme. Or jump in. The rules are simple.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
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With no further ado, here is my take on this week’s prompt.
I feel stretched. Stretched to the limit. My eyes have bags under them from lack of sleep. My heart is constantly contorting in different ways. And my patience is constantly being tested.
My children stretch me on a daily basis. They are little but still like to test the limits and see what they can get away with.
My ability to deal with diabetes is daily tested. I must stretch myself to push past the exhaustion, both emotionally and physically, to do what needs to be done to keep my son healthy.
Meanwhile my stomach seems to be reflecting how I am being stretched in other areas of my life as it stretches once again for baby number three.
I can’t say I love my stretch marks, but I love the children that created them. I love the wonderful treasures that they are, and I am grateful that they were grown within my body.
So I guess that my stretch marks are beautiful. All of them. Because they are all a reflection of love.
The stretch marks of physical and emotional exhaustion. The stretch marks of day to day life. And the stretch marks of growing a child. They are all proof of my love for my family. Love for my children. They are proof of how much stretching can grow a person, both literally and figuratively.