06/05/2026
No one really knows what goes on for a mother, in her inner world.
As she walks through the world, baby strapped to her back - is she weary of carrying the weight? Is she savouring this moment of being able to carry her child? Is she so immersed in her life as a mother that she does not even think about it?
Does she want to rest? Walk alone? Eat chocolate without having to share? All of the above?
Does she have people to share this journey with? When her young child is suffering, does she suffer to?
I turn 37 today, thick in the life of “mother”. One of my children is small (2) and beginning to say “no help”; she is at the stage of wanting to do things on her own.
My other child is big, almost 8. She is making new friends every week, riding her bike, and finding ways to live and love despite a life of adversity. She spent the last week in the hospital, a place that she has frequented a lot in the last year and a half.
After 2 years of extreme challenge, I have been sleeping again. I have had a chance to experience baths alone, sing alone, go to a few appointments alone… I even danced alone recently. I went out with friends without my children. For these things I am so grateful.
I feel I’ve done well this year- on the healing front, on the mothering front, on the “adapting to reality as best I can” front. I couldn’t have done so without those who have helped me - my partner who returned to my life this year, my family, and a few close friends.
These days I am doing my best to envision things going well rather than dwell on the things I fear. Everyday this is a practice. May this be a year of hope, resolution, and love. 💕🕊️