EDITOR ’ S PICK
The Changing Seasons of Motherhood
BY : Rebecca Eanes
I remember the season when I had two tiny ones under my feet all day long , and the days were long . The nights were often even longer . It was a season filled with wild emotions , exhaustion , unbelievable joy , discovery , and what felt like a never -ending marathon of diaper changes . I was very often bleary -eyed from another night of waking with multiple children or teary -eyed from seeing my firstborn son give his brother a gentle kiss on his head while he slept .