What does finished feel like.
I have never been good at tracking my own limits. Binge is a verb I once knew.
When do you stop planning The Next Great Thing.
How do you recognize contentment.
Can you binge on babies.
It hurts when I start to mourn things still in progress. I get a little teary eyed when he moves up in his diaper size. I think about the eventual last feeding session with him and my heart seizes. The finality of it all knocks the wind out of me.
If I master my thoughts and become present in the moment, it is clear. Actually, it is magnificent. I have everything I need. We are finished. Our family is complete.
It's just that clarity fades when I think I may never come this way again.