Yesterday evening the girls went outside to run around a bit before bedtime.
Zoey wanted to tell the Sun goodnight.
Poet wanted to see the neighbors cows.
Its a wonderful thing knowing your children, and knowing what certain words mean when they say them- a jumbled sentence sounds— well jumbled to someone else, but it sounds clear as day to you.
I hear the term “losing yourself”… or the thinking (I have thought this.) That I have somehow lost myself to motherhood, my body, etc.
I honestly think that is such a hurtful way to say that- “lost yourself”- hurtful to yourself and your heart to think that way.
I am still me- I haven’t “lost” anything.
My body was created to bring in life… so in a way my body has finally become what it was meant to be.
It has reached its metamorphosis.
So if this is “losing myself” then I hope I never find me again.