Where are you on the journey?
A reader poll
It’s officially been two months since I started this Substack. Writing here been cathartic and heartwarming and, at times, hard (making it to the page every week has been a continual, creative challenge). But it’s also been deeply worth it. In large part because of the community that is growing here like a seedling.
This week was a dizzy one. Leaps and late nights and sleep regressions. There’s more I want to say, more I’m excited to say, as we step into the lion of summer but for today’s post I was curious to hear about you.
As someone who was interested enough to hit subscribe in this tiny corner of the internet…Where are you on the journey of motherhood?
This poll will stay open for the next week, so drop in and let me know.
I’m truly curious to see where we’re all standing.
I imagine parenthood as a wheel. Each place on the circle holds its own power.
No matter where you are on the journey, it is a place of power—and that should be celebrated.
I’m so glad you’re here.
I’m a mom to a 22 year old and a 2 week old! The wildest part is that they have the same birthday. Born on July 22, 22 years apart.
I am a mother who is currently mothering my son and daughter in law... in the hospital as they await the birth of their first child, (and my first grand-daughter) at age 34 weeks .
I just tucked my (grown) son in with warm blankets on the bedside cot, so that he can (hopefully) catch some sleep. I brought her fresh berries this morning, from their home where I spent the night with their sweet pets. Now she is reading a book and resting comfortably.
It's been a long 32 hours since her water broke...neither has had more than a couple hours sleep here and there since then. Actually seeing the face of their first child is still a ways a way... but so eagerly anticipated by all of us!
I feel privileged to be here. Her parents and my husband and I all live out of state. I just happened to be here for the event. It is early, happening on the morning of her baby shower day! It caught us by surprise- but I know all will be well.
Memories of my sons births come flooding back at me. Memories also of their baby and childhoods. Now they will know those joys... and the rigors that go along with them. My babies, though grown into amazing, strong and loving men, will always be my babies. I love them all so much...
This is a sweet, liminal space, this space of transition...