I am composed of decades of history. Claire's history starts with me.
I possess many identities. "Mama" is the only one Claire knows.
I struggle to remember being so young. Claire lives fully in the present without reflection.
I struggle to remember being so young. Claire lives fully in the present without reflection.
I'm in awe of these distinctions. We see one another across a divide of time and experience.
Yet, we share an intimacy begun in the womb. Singularly, I am her mother. She is my child. I am humbled by such grace. I am overwhelmed by the weight of its responsibility also.
Parts of me have become neglected, the ones other than "mama", the ones from before her. I feel them flicker inside, exhorting me not to forget them.
But Claire began inside me too. She grows, still, in my gaze. It reflects back to her who she is and who she will become.
This kind of love only a mother knows, only she can give. It means that pieces of me lay fallow, for awhile. Claire won't be little for long. A day will come soon when I'm not the center of her world.
Yet, we share an intimacy begun in the womb. Singularly, I am her mother. She is my child. I am humbled by such grace. I am overwhelmed by the weight of its responsibility also.
Parts of me have become neglected, the ones other than "mama", the ones from before her. I feel them flicker inside, exhorting me not to forget them.
But Claire began inside me too. She grows, still, in my gaze. It reflects back to her who she is and who she will become.
This kind of love only a mother knows, only she can give. It means that pieces of me lay fallow, for awhile. Claire won't be little for long. A day will come soon when I'm not the center of her world.
Then, Claire will have her own mix of identities. They will have grown out of the relationship we are building now.
