This pandemic has amplified our fears but it also has redefined our strength and endurance. We are shields; fierce protectors and our body’s vessels of asylum. We are warriors fighting the good fight; we are Mothers.
I want my pieces to be relatable. I want them to say -”that with any loss, you will always have a piece of your heart missing”. This piece embodies a curved heart and at the corner a small piece is carved out within that heart. The mother of pearl represents motherhood. Leaving me and anyone who’s lost someone – to learn to live with a piece of your heart missing.
Nothing is worse than watching your own child play back to you all of your unfavorable character traits. It was then that I finally understood that you must first recognize the pain within you; so you can then heal it.
For some reason we have been conditioned to believe that if we take a break we are lazy or that this avalanche of work will engulf our entire lives. No. Plan for it. Plan for those breaks if you need to. Your mind, body and soul will thank you.
“Come take a ride”; it says to me. “Come pass the time in the carousel of your memories”. And I don’t hesitate, I get on it, nostalgia possessing me
I know that I owe the success of my second pregnancy to my advocating for
myself and doing what was best for my body and baby. This experience made it clear that
women need help and guidance in advocating for their own, and their babies’, needs.
I had no time to remember who I was, and I certainly didn’t have the energy to find myself. I knew that I had to stop this cycle of self-abuse and neglect. I owed it to my daughter, but most importantly, I owed it to myself.
Manifest that glowing joy queen, it’s the most worthy crown you can carry.
Time is a precious gift; one which I have taken for granted. This time I am embracing all of me, sunshine and shadows, joy and fear, smiles and frowns, ups and downs because it is all valid.
In that moment I truly understood the meaning of sacrifice. Being a mother is selfless.