Sometimes, it feels like motherhood is swallowing me whole.
Sometimes, I let it : but most of the time I resist with all my might. Holding on tight to who I was, not wanting to loose aspects of me.
Sometimes, I let motherhood digest me – leaving a version of me that is more complex in depth.
Sometimes, I don’t recognize myself all chewed up in unrecognizable bits.
Sometimes, I do my best to trust the process a little more.
Sometimes, I feel myself being put back together – refined.
Sometimes, I recognize the beauty, celebrate this life, and continuously find ways back to my heart.
Sometimes.
