Today, I turn 44.
My gift to myself this year is to fully embrace all of me, all of my humanity. This site is where I’m going to record that journey.
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Today, I turn 44.
My gift to myself this year is to fully embrace all of me, all of my humanity. This site is where I’m going to record that journey.
Assuming that one does, indeed, get to choose to be a mother. And further assuming that one is physically able to have a child and or otherwise able to bring a child into your family. Assuming that this child is wanted and celebrated and the family is overjoyed.
The experience of mothering has taught me that I cannot give my all to someone else, to anyone else, not even the small humans I created from my own flesh and blood. They cannot be my world, they have to be their own worlds. They cannot be my reason for living, that is too much for those tiny shoulders to bear.
I have to live for me.
Far too many mothers are silent about our pain. We have been convinced by the world that motherhood is a test of strength, that it’s supposed to hurt, to tear us apart. We’ve bought into the notion that everyone else can handle this, that all the other mothers are doing fine and that we are somehow especially weak, or broken, or wrong.
YOU are the center of your life. You simply are. Your life revolves around your body, your heart, your soul. You are the hub of the wheel. And wheels don’t stay balanced with one thing over here and one over there - not if they’re moving as wheels were meant to do.
If we didn’t want to escape we’d have no art, no music, no stories, and a lot less creation. And whether my escape is a Netflix marathon, a bath, a book, an album, or a night in a hotel room - it is valid and is part of living a healthy life. It’s not necessarily a symptom of a problem.