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."