I live in a body that for much of my life has not felt like home. These days I often don’t recognize it. I’d be lying if I said I never wince at its sight. It doesn’t look like the body that I worked so hard for, so many years ago. The clothing that used to feel most comfortable, no …
I heard myself in another Mother today
I heard myself in another mother at the beach today. The gentle but firm, almost cautious tone.The endless listening as her child did not respond to her questions but continued to share the internal mental dialogue that was running in his mind.The timers, and gentle reminders.The carefully expressed, calculated front loading.The patience and softness in her heart as it was …
