Finding Myself on the Kitchen Floor
Nearly eight years ago, I became a mom. And every notion I had of mothering a newborn went out the window.
She placed her daughter into a stranger’s arms – the baby was wrapped in pink and carried in her tiny, premature heart, all her mother’s hope.
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No matter how much of a mess up we think we are, our children see us differently.
They call it “the sandwich generation” as if something as innocuous as a sandwich could even begin to describe the stress of being pulled in every direction.
I carry stones in my pockets so that if an experience or a place strikes me as something she should have seen or felt I lay a pebble.
I remember my mother – busy in her mothering, constant in her love – and feel reassured that I’m getting it more right than wrong.
When my daughter climbs in my lap and covers me in kisses, that’s when I realize that I am the one to be envied
Presenting the winners of YMC's 4th Annual Voices of Motherhood writing contest - 10 funny, heartfelt, and truthful snapshots of motherhood.