Motherhood
When people face a new challenge, some dive in recklessly. Some are fearful, tiptoeing step by step. I think I was the latter. When I was a child, my greatest aspiration (other than contributing to world peace) was to create a loving family: A warm haven for my kids. A safe place. So the moment my firstborn was in my arms, I blindly jumped into motherhood. I wasn’t prepared for the pain and joy of it all. Thrust into a mission where I had no choice but to do or die, I raced with all my heart. He was lovely. When I stared at my baby’s face while he was asleep, my worries would (temporarily) vanish. When he lay in my arms I’d feel exalted and small at the same time. What did I do to deserve this wellspring of unconditional love? What did I do to deserve this beautiful human? It was beyond description at times. Yet the exhaustion and the being pushed to the limit also engulfed me. I had a sensitive nose.. and everyday I was faced with his poo. Overtime I got desensitized to it but th...