I carry the lightness as well as the load that
motherhood brings. It is a part of who I am. Coming to escape, my
children are on my mind. Wandering campus for a place to write, I find an
unoccupied picnic table shaded by trees. Settled in I find “MOM!” carved into
the surface of the table.Snickering, I
realize, I can never fully escape my maternal role. My heart is filled with the
good, the bad and the ugly.This is the
life I chose, a commitment for better and for worse.
Hope carries me through the anxiety and fear
that missteps may narrow the possibilities presented to my children as
adults.This too, is part of growing
up.Even after more than three decades
in this mothering role, I too continue to navigate my way in this world, as a
wife, mother, and human accepting the messiness that goes along with "adulting."