The journey makes us one.

When I became a mother, everything shifted.  From the moment, the moment, CR entered the world.   Literally, I was one person while I labored for 27 hours and pushed for almost three, and then I was another, when she finally slipped into the world.   I knew that would happen. That’s why I was so deathly afraid. 

My post of two days ago got me thinking and actually doing some tossing and turning about how my “crossing over” all of a sudden felt vastly different to what I perceive other women’s journeys to be.  But a few comments made me breathe a little sigh of relief knowing I wasn’t that alone after all, hence my whole reason for starting this friggin’ blog.   Reaching out to a wider community I knew might exist.  My experiment.
Now that my feet are planted semi-firmly on the “other side” (don’t get me wrong, I’d like to jump back from time to time),  I understand that we all come to our motherhood in a bazillion different ways.  
So tonight, I’m wondering if you wouldn’t mind sharing a few words about your path to becoming a mother.   
As usual, I’ll begin…
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