There's a notable little something I discovered this morning as I stretched my way into the day.
My arms hurt. My biceps hurt.
I have been holding and lugging and rocking and swaying and soothing and cajoling my little girl into wellness for well over a week now.
My 27-pound, 13-ounce little girl, to be exact.
And I can feel it.
And, standing alone in the shower, or at the kitchen sink, I find myself swaying in that slow, methodical Mama-motion.
My movements have been forever impacted, my body; formed by motherhood.