We are mothers. Absolutely. And those lovely cannonball miracles we call our children soak up nearly the whole of us. Our love. Our patience. Our brain cells, even. We had more of those at one point or another. Or so we’d like to think.
But. There is a space. You know the one. That forgotten space.
That once upon a time space.
That maybe
someday
one day
I can…
space.
It appears small. It appears far. But every once in a while – during that late steering grip drive home, or through restless midnight window dreams – you go to that space...beyond. Then fill it.
The question is – with what?
So. I want to know. What fills, no, correction –
What fulfills your
space
beyond
mom
?
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