MUSING.

This isn’t one of those motherhood poems…

I want to write those motherhood poems,
That everybody loves.
The ones that speak of tough days and stained shirts,
But a love like no other.

MUSINGS.

A year of transitions. Of breaking when I thought I was already as broken as I could be. Of cracking apart only to watch what grows up between the spaces this creates. Of tending to this fragility, this hope, this life.

MUSING.

We’re speeding towards 2023 and I don’t feel like I’ve fully processed 2022 yet.

MUSINGS.

Social support is a biological necessity. We are not meant to mother alone. Having a support network is so important, especially in the early days of motherhood.

MUSINGS.

I don’t believe there’s such a thing as ‘balance’ - that social idea of being able to do just enough of everything to get it right and feel ‘whole’.

MUSINGS.
Who am I now that I am a mother? How does this fit with the person I was?