Photo: Tamar Levine
A unique perspective on motherhood.
It is strange to me. So many women living a life that I have no understanding of. I thought by this point in my path, a late twenties post grad with a great job, I would look in the mirror and more closely resemble them. I am sure you know the ones that I am referring to.
Growing up I dreamt of the ring. I knew, without a doubt, that I would be married with the perfect token placed proud upon my hand and a graceful little tot in tow. But this isn't my life.
Instead, I am the attendee not the honoree, at the parties (two this week to be exact). Wishing others congratulations and watching their love and joy. With that being said, in complete truth I am happy showing up with my gift, offering my warm regards and leaving it all behind. It would be a lie if I said these are not things that I hope for one day, but today is not that day. The freedom and independence that can only come from being a singular entity is something that I adore. One day I will gladly relinquish this status for a new existence, but until then I am just me.