“Hold my hand,” the request comes at 4 a.m., an hour before I have to wake up for work.
I will continue to work on me, push myself to new limits a if only to show my daughters all that women are capable of once they set their sights on something.
This middle area, an unexpected realm within these two emotional extremes, can only be described as cautious contentment.
Sometimes I want to run away, hide in a corner of the house where no one can reach me until I find the strength to break free from the stress that winds itself through my nerves.
How can I do this? How can I carry everything?
Sometimes it’s nice to have something just for you.
As parents we are asked to share so much: our opinions, our thoughts, our food, space and resources. More importantly, we are asked to share our stories; our memories.
Wearing you, with your fringe around the angle and peep toe, will help build my confidence to affirm that I’m more than a mom – I’m still me?