I died the day my Son was born

“The Divine Feminine knows that a birth demands a death,
and the personal self sometimes has to die if the world is to be made sacred.”
~ Sally Kempton

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Dear Atreyu, I died the day you were born.
And my “death” ~ was my greatest fear!

Because before you, I thought my purpose ~ was to live for myself.

… But I knew~ That when you came~ I would loose myself. And, just as I predicted.
This last year~ I’ve only existed to ensure that you survive and thrive.

… Im learning how to let myself go… And as I do~ Your life has become my life.

I am present, and patient and humble…
With every tantrum.
With Every diaper change.
With Every piece of food you throw on the floor.

Because through letting my life go… I am growing exponentially!

I am learning that who “I am” is …. unraveling… And a new “me” will be created again.

… I believe Motherhood is the greatest personal development journey there is!
Marriage is a close second.

Atreyu, Thank you for initiating me, and believing I am worthy of this rite of passage.
Thank you for making me a mama!