By Megan Kewaza 
When you cry, I cry with you
When you stumble, I stumble with you.
Every hurt you carry, every fear, every moment of sadness I feel in my own heart.
When your lips tremble, when your hands shake, when your tiny body shivers with worry, I am there.
Every ache, every doubt, every quiet worry, you do not carry alone.
Your pain is never yours alone because loving you means I carry it too.
Even when it makes my chest ache, even when it leaves me weary, I will never stop holding you, never stop standing with you.
I carry it in my bones, in the rhythm of my heartbeat, in every breath I take. I carry it because I cannot love you any other way.
I am here in the small moments and the big ones.
The scraped knee, the scary dream, the tears you hide, the worries you cannot say.
I am here in the quiet, in the shadows, in the laughter and the mischief.
I am always here.
I am in the early mornings when you wake me with your whispers.
I am in the late nights when you curl against me in sleep.
I am in the giggles that fill the room and the quiet sighs of your frustration.
My love is not soft or easy—it is fierce.
It follows you into every dark corner, reaches for you when the world feels heavy, and wraps you in a shield you cannot see but can always feel.
It is steady like the ground beneath your feet, unshakable like the sky above.
It bends for you but does not break.
It fights for you when you cannot, and it sings for you when you forget how to.
But even my love cannot compare to the love God has for you.
He made you. He knows every hair on your head, every heartbeat, every tear. He rejoices over you, delights in you, and never turns away.
My love for you is only a shadow of the perfect, unending, all-powerful love your Heavenly Father has for you.
I carry your joys as well as your sorrows.
I celebrate your triumphs, your discoveries, your smallest victories. The first time you tied your shoes, the first time you tried something new, the first time you laughed so hard your belly hurt.
I am there in your wonder and your delight, just as I am there in your struggle.
And God is there too, always guiding, always protecting, always cheering for you in ways I cannot even see.
No matter how many times you fall, no matter how many times life hurts you, I will not let go. I will lift you, hold you, feel with you, fight with you, and love you with every piece of me.
Even when it leaves me exhausted, even when my heart is bruised from carrying yours, I will not waver.
My arms, my words, my presence, they are all yours.
But God’s arms are even wider. His love is even stronger. His faithfulness is eternal. Always, every day, every moment.
My heart is yours, my love is yours, and I will carry you through anything.
Through scraped knees and broken toys, through tears and tantrums, through triumphs and quiet victories, I will carry you.
Through every storm, through every shadow, through every step toward the person you are becoming, I will carry you.
And God is carrying you even higher, lifting you with a love that never fails, a love that never tires, a love that is yours forever.
I am your mother, and there is nothing I will not do to be with you, to feel with you, to love you.
But even more than I love you…God loves you.
Always.
by Whitney Fleming 
by Her View From Home 
