05/11/2026
Being a mother is difficult yet so fu***ng innate and the most unbridled sense of existence ever…the heartbeat that lives outside your being. The difficult parts of shame for not knowing or stumbling over how to love while loving with all you have and still incomplete in the capacities to love…the difficulties of mirrors 🪞 reflected 🧬 back in patterns and ancestral cries for hope and faith. It’s bloodlines of unknown waking up and screaming in your face to be seen. It’s more tears than a heart could ever know from joy to sadness to feel every ounce of existence running to you and pushing you away at the same time. It rebirth after so many deaths awakening to more depth of soul than imaginable. It’s fu***ng heart wrenching to try your best and give your all and still feel like you’ve failed. It’s more pride then a heart can contain ripping adoration at the seams to bleed every ounce of amazement you can conjure into thousands of firsts, billions of breaths and infinite possibilities….all while doing your best to protect every aspect of your children’s beings. It’s vigilant. It’s never ending and unfathomable. It’s an ancestral shamanic ass kicking. It’s fu***ng beautiful. Sacred and precious delicate yet unbreakable. It’s saying sorry for all the things you couldn’t see until their hearts teach you to see yourself a little clearer. It’s every day of your life filled to the brim with blessings and every day filled to the brim with a perfect curation of failures and successes its creation. An exclamation of all we are in the rawest sense. Mothering is profound everyday…today always feels like a surface space to be inspired and thankful for our mothers but as I get older and realer with myself it’s a reminder that mothers dig fu***ng deep everyday and all yall dads wouldn’t be s**t without us…we are the plug to the universe and our children are the most sacred gifts to the world god ever blessed us to create. Women’s work is forever
