Birth and Rebirth

They say many women lose themselves once they’ve accepted the call to motherhood. I believe that once a women walks the ethers to retrieve their child it is then they are able to realize who they truly are. For they are the embodiment of the original creator. They are the universe, the soil, the blood. And if willing, they return washed over with a new innocence. So pure and full of that good love, that unconditional love. There’s much to learn about the trials of motherhood. Stretched to our limits, and then once more until you accept that you will forever be expanding, and that there is no end to all that is being a mother . But to love and be loved makes it all worth it, at first for a little while, then you shed some more, let go some more, love some more. I didn’t think I had it in me. To experience unconditional love, to commit, to be so open. But I have a feeling I’m not alone in this. I’m not alone in this game of loving and constantly letting go. And although being a mom provokes tremors and sweaty palms sometimes, it can create a path of transcendence, it can gift all creators with enlightenment; and moving forward a new world. Regardless of the dynamics it is a blessing to procreate, to take hold of the torch passed down from our mothers, and our mothers mothers. To learn yourself all over again, in a new light, a radiant light. I think that may be why mamas glow as such.