The weeks leading to delivery are a paradox of time. You spend minutes listening to the sound of your breath, perplexed by the weight of your steps, watching your weight, too- no pun intended. Minutes that stay. You kill hours awash in curiosity- about your little human and life after them. It’s your first time.…
For those of us to whom motherhood was thrust upon; amid everything but the fullness of time; and those of us in the waiting room afraid of the barrenness of time.
For those of us who could not, or cannot carry a pregnancy to term because our wombs remain too impatient to see a baby to term; and those of us whose wombs are patient enough to see the baby to term, but end up with still babies, in the stillness of the night * My heart goes out to you.
For those of us who have to remember how it felt to hold their baby in their arms, because they lost them just when their arms were starting to get used to their little bundle of joy: and those of us whose children have never left their arms because they came with special needs.
And to all you mothers who continue to experience motherhood in beautiful perfections- may you never take this for granted....
The me (now) would concur. I would say that before you know who you wholly are outside of someone else, you will never find any form of completeness from another...
The news that I had decided to buy a car caught Mom Tina more by disbelief than delight. She looked at me disapprovingly and asked if I was ready, already😏. ‘Is that how someone, your own mother, should react to big news like this?’ I thought in disappointment. “I think I am, I have been…
...Between the meet and happily ever after, we swing between coulda, woulda and shoulda circumstances. Am I sure? Can I stand this? Who does that? What kind of girls has he been dating? He is so clueless it hurts
...it has a green patch. The shade that I wear when I scroll down newsfeed and wonder how people can have a life so perfect. I walk down the insta-stories in this shade, exploring streets of others who have perfected the art of creating glamour in gloom. Of masters and mistresses who know no life struggles
Before that point comes, I refuse to switch roles.
Kimuya_N 