Hours after I gave birth I lay there holding my sleeping baby in bed and I said to my mother, in awe, that I couldn’t believe that women did this every day.
About how utterly incredible the female body is, how strong we are within.
She stared at me nodding with tears in her eyes.
I remember thinking about how I came into this world, scared, naked, gasping for air.
The same day my baby did.
The same way he did.
But me, reborn as a mother.
A different existence entirely.
I was me, but softer, less sure, more needed than ever before.
The moment he arrived the world seemed different.
Remarkable.
Lonely.
Exceptional.
Scary.
And then I fell in love.
Then I believed.
Then suddenly my world was in my arms.
And it frightened me and calmed me all at once.
I had changed in an instant.
The day he was born, I was too.
Beautiful artwork: Maniacodamore
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