Rambling Roads 🏵

At birth the one became two. At her christening I stood before my community and surrendered her to the universe confirming my faith in a higher power that I trust to guide and care for her. I accepted my role as a vehicle for her soul to enter into our world. Promised to do everything in my power to create a loving, healthy, and stimulating environment for her to send down roots, grow, and blossom in. But now comes the embodiment of these intentions. I have to become that person. Live up to her potential. Be the mom she deserves. The tricky part is that being that mom means being more than a mom. I need to become the best woman I can be. I have to live up to my own dreams. Nourish myself. Send down roots, grow, and blossom. Live the words. Be the example. The reality of my life right now means part of being that woman includes returning to work. Why does that cause such a fracture in my identity as a caring mom? Why can't I gather up the different parts of my life like...