Mothers and Daughters

Mothers and daughters hold a special birthright in this world. An invisible bound that carries through many generations of women whispering the secrets of it’s sacred journey in whispers and sometimes even in screams. I have twins, a boy and a girl, born at 26 weeks. I unequivocally love my children without comparison. However, I also understand what a gift and responsibility it is to bring a girl into this world. They say when you become a mother your heart expands. This is true but what I did not expect was to feel that my heart had been shattered. The amount of love I felt shattered my heart. When I tried to put back the pieces of my soul and heart I realized that I could not. My heart now resided outside of my body in both of my children. This is the journey of motherhood. It is the start of our second life one in which there are no real rules and we must rely on our instincts motherly intuition to guide us. My daughter in particular is a mirror of everything I feel and experience. She has forced me to confront my demons as I do so to avoid giving her the undue burden of carrying them for me. I find my true beauty in holding her hand through this life.