Motherhood is all about leaving.
Every exhale of breath leaves behind the person you were,
every inhale of breath breathes into you that
which you are becoming.
And so it is for the child,
breath in, breath out,
a moving target shooting through the cosmos
leaving behind what was,
leaning into whatwill be,
mother and child dancing together
bound by the tenacious threads of the spirit that hold
them in tenderest embrace.
To dance, to breathe, to hold the beloved andto be the beloved,
this is to know the melody of the heart
which echoes throughout the universe.