Motherhood is often viewed as a rebirth for the mother. What an endearing sentiment that conjures up such beautiful imagery. I see a mother with a crown of wildflowers, staring lovingly at her baby, while wearing a long white flowing maxi dress. A mother who now has a purpose in a previously meaningless life. You all know the image.
What no one talks about is that rebirth is not an easy process and it is by no means instantaneous. A lot happens between the birth of your first child and the sacred experience of rebirth for the new mother.
Often times a woman can find herself lost in the process. In my experience, I found myself feeling broken. I tried desperately to put the pieces together after my first child was born. The transition was far from beautiful.
Life does not accommodate you; it shatters you. Every seed
destroys its container, or else there would be no fruition.
And then when I finally felt somewhat whole again, I had another child. It didn’t take me nearl...