Here they are, my three little horcruxes, my seeds, my offspring. I’m reinventing the horcrux. The evil genius Voldemort in Harry Potter defines them a powerful object in which a dark wizard has hidden a fragment of his or her soul. I define them as Aurora, Harper and Emma; pieces of me.
With each child I’ve birthed, I’ve preserved a portion of myself. Perhaps this is why we care so much for them- truly, we are caring for ourselves. Nurturing and preserving them, ensuring they represent the best of us even after they have long left the nest. The more we have, the more we give and yet when there is only one, we invest our all for it is all that we have outside of ourselves.
They say the more horcruxes you have, the closer you are to immortality. I say, the more you have, the more you surrender. And the more you surrender the more you realize how little you matter to you anymore. It’s them. It’s watching your babies grow into their own souls; nurturing their individual identities, caring for their sweet feelings.
I have all the horcruxes I need, indeed I am fortunate to even have one. And I intend to nurture these souls individually- to recognize and appreciate each of them as they are, not for what I wish them to be.
I am flawed. I am positive I will take missteps along the way and yet I can only hope and pray that I will keep their dreams in sight as I also mind my parents- my mom, my dad and my God. What do/did/would they want of me? What have I given, what do I have left to do?
My past is behind me, my future in front for me to write. My soul encapsulated in three little girls who look to me for guidance and reassurance.
Run. Dream. Create. The world is your canvas and I am your biggest fan. You were created in love and in love, I present you to the world. Grow. Flourish. Bloom.
You. Are. Invincible.
Photos by Camille Vaughan Photography. Horcrux info from Wikipedia.