The experience of becoming a mother is seemingly one that happens from one moment to the next, the arrival of a soul asking for your love, attention, and guidance.
But the arrival of who you are as a mother takes time, it is a discovery, it is a devotion to parts of yourself that are old, that are also childlike, that are emerging and new - it is nonlinear.
I have begun to taste the flavour of what kind of mother I might be, this little life in front of me, guiding me to parts of myself that have been dormant, parts of me I never knew existed.
But above all there is a knowing that certain parts of me must be shed, let go, and dissolved.
Images of snakes come to me. I google “Why do snakes shed their skin?”
The response is symbolic of how I am feeling.
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