“And yes it makes me crazy to think that my kids can go days-or maybe weeks-without me. If I’m not needed, if I’m not busy, if I’m not an overstretched, overwhelmed, underslept, (…) mother . . . What exactly am I?”
I snapped a photo of this quote from Kristin Hannah’s book Fly Away as I thought, “I don’t want to be her.”
I don’t want to be that person so consumed with her kids that she has no sense of self, otherwise.
And then I thought,
Who am I?
What defines me?
What do I want to define me?
The truth is, they are my muse.
And I have learned more about myself in the role of “mother” than I could have ever hoped to have learned in a lifetime.
I thought I knew the depth of Love’s Well once I met Emmett.
But I soon learned it ran much deeper upon the birth of our first daughter, Aurora.
I thought there could be no love greater than that of our first child,
Until I had my second, then third, then fourth.
My children have humbled me, sometimes out of sheer necessity.
Because of them, I will always fight over flight.
I don’t have all of the answers but I do have a greater will than myself to live.
What am I?
I’m a mother.
And there ain’t no shame in that.