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.
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Revolving Doors of Motherhood by Denise A. Castro
Manifest that glowing joy queen, it’s the most worthy crown you can carry.
Mothering During #thisnewnormal – Giving Self Love in Quarantine by Myra Martinez
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.
A Mothers Sacrifice – A Letter to the Daughter of an Immigrant by Denise A. Castro
In that moment I truly understood the meaning of sacrifice. Being a mother is selfless.
Left to Mother Alone by Anonymous
I so clearly remember the day I discovered my husband’s affair. He, my 3-month-old son and I were going to my friend’s child’s birthday party.
Parking Lot Panic by Bianca Liu
I found myself on the floor of a parking lot a few blocks from home. I had recently gotten an Apple Watch and was eager to reach those 10,000 steps. It happened fifteen minutes into my evening walk, my body couldn’t take it anymore and it stopped moving. When I say “moving,” I mean voluntaryContinue reading “Parking Lot Panic by Bianca Liu”
A Letter From Me to Them by Gelsandra Guzman
I never knew how it felt to receive affection from a mother. That warm feeling of motherly instincts was far from recognizable to me. My mother was anything but nurturing. I would’ve done everything in my power to have her lay on the couch and hug me when I was younger. Little did I knowContinue reading “A Letter From Me to Them by Gelsandra Guzman”
Mudskipper by Odalys Quevedo
“A virus,” they said. “Voluntary quarantine,” they suggested. Ooze, I became. Daily functions relegated only to survival. Eat, feed children, do laundry, sleep, repeat. All under the same roof, all by the same ooze. “School is closed for the rest of the year,” they said. “Remote learning,” they suggested. Oozier, I became. Eat, feed children,Continue reading “Mudskipper by Odalys Quevedo”