4.8.17

I thought I could be anything.
And sure, I guess I could have.
But all that I was feels so trivial,
Now that I'm everything to you.
When you're a young adult,
Untethered and insatiable,
Sometimes you wonder,
What if I move to another town,
And simply become someone else.
A fresh start.
An blank page.
A rebirth.
That's like motherhood.
Someone totally new,
But also never more rooted in who you've always been.
Motherhood is a rebirth into the woman you were born to be.
And nothing feels more like me,
Than being yours.