Changed Forever
I am not going to write about all the obvious ways motherhood changes us. We all know these. You have a baby. You feel the stress. You manage, but just barely. But today I want to write about something quieter.

Find your calm. Stay awhile.
I am not going to write about all the obvious ways motherhood changes us. We all know these. You have a baby. You feel the stress. You manage, but just barely. But today I want to write about something quieter.
Motherhood, while amazing and glorious, is a taxing and thankless task. Combine that with the motherhood experience today: a solitary journey in which the mother needs to be an endless reserve of nurturing with no outlet or community to address her own needs, and you get a mother that is overwhelmed and burnt out.
Fall is my favourite season. It is an evocative time when nature invites us to her home to watch the splendid show she has put on about letting go.
This is a short story where the protagonist is a pack of Costco wipes. Nothing really happens, but everything does.
I am not going to write about all the obvious ways motherhood changes us. We all know these. You have a baby. You feel the stress. You manage, but just barely. But today I want to write about something quieter.
Motherhood, while amazing and glorious, is a taxing and thankless task. Combine that with the motherhood experience today: a solitary journey in which the mother needs to be an endless reserve of nurturing with no outlet or community to address her own needs, and you get a mother that is overwhelmed and burnt out.
Fall is my favourite season. It is an evocative time when nature invites us to her home to watch the splendid show she has put on about letting go.
This is a short story where the protagonist is a pack of Costco wipes. Nothing really happens, but everything does.