Motherhood is…

… is a sacred journey of becoming.

It cracks us wide open and forces us to examine the contents within so as not to pass on what’s poison,

Her babies are protected within the chambers of her chest and when anyone tries to hurt them, they are confronted by the wild only seen through untamed eyes,

Love and dreams and fear and hopes are embodied in skin and breath and tears and bones,

Dreams manifested in living beings that roll eyes and sass talk, grunt instead of speak, yell instead of cry,

But still we hold them dear with understanding that they are still becoming… as are we.

We journey together,

With feet that have walked along paths paved by briars,

We lead the way to lay stones instead so they may never know the pain of thorns upon soles,

And though they argue and moan, they will still never have to know the travels that we have had to face alone…

Motherhood is a sacred journey of guiding little ones to seeing the reflection of their own divinity without ever having a guide, and revealing hidden truths of what they can’t yet see,

Always searching for the way through perilous terrain towards holy mountains that welcome us home into the liminal space between ancestors and descendants so they can become who they were created to be.