I still remember the day. August 3, 2021. Miles was 7 months old and I was just starting to crawl out of the haze of postpartum anxiety and sleep deprivation. I happened to click on the “updates” tab of my email (an act I rarely do) and saw a name I didn’t recognize. Not unusual, but I was intrigued enough to open it. Inside, I found a black-and-white image of tiny baby fingers delicately wrapped around a mother’s hand. Beneath it was an invitation to a writing circle for new parents.
This invitation to dip my toes back into creativity felt cosmic. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. I signed up immediately.
Every Monday after that, I’d join other new mothers to write and share whatever words came through. We’d often mumble, “This isn’t very good but here goes…” only to finish reading our words and be met with tearful voices saying, Me too. I hear you. I needed that.
We read our words to each other over Zoom, video cameras off, just our voices. Miles, states, even countries apart. United by the threads of motherhood, the sacred similarities of our shared journeys. I found so many kindred spirits there. I met myself again.
A few precious lessons have stayed with me:
Stories are meant to be shared. There is so much to be gained from being vulnerable with one another.
Women, and especially mothers, are meant to gather and support each other. To walk alongside one another on this sacred path.
Writing is my way back to myself, as necessary as the air that I breathe.
And so, I welcome you to my little corner of the internet where I hope to share stories on the imperfection and beauty of moving through motherhood and life.
A sacred journey
Right there with you! Writing has been the one thing that has brought me back to myself since becoming a mother.
Beautiful. I love that you’re committed to creating alongside mothering.