The impermanence of life and motherhood.

Prior to motherhood,
I had never really envisioned myself
as a mother

Never dreamt that I would be enamored by 
the delicate fullness of baby cheeks, 
or intoxicated by 
the sweet milky scent 
of newborn skin

Mesmerized by the radiant shine 
of a child’s loving gaze
In awe of their constant transformation.

With phases 

coming 

and 

going 

quicker than that of the moon, 
I can’t help but wonder so often 
about the impermanence of it all…

life and mothering.

How in one moment
I am 
cradling 
these little ones
in my womb, 
and in the next
they are trailing behind 
me with their little footsteps 
echoing all throughout the house. 

Doing what mommy does, 
saying what mommy says

And truthfully growing 
more and more
into their own 
with each passing moment. 


I am constantly grappling with
the impossible truth of the matter…


That this is all 
but another chapter 

in 

my 

story. 

Everyday is a lesson.
Learning to love 
the winds of change
that are 
ever present, 
always 
swirling softly 
in the background

mystical, magical motherhood