I journal to my late mother about motherhood.
I’m 28 years-old, and have two young children. I stay at home, raising them.
My life is normal––just like yours––and instead of presenting it online within square-shaped pictures that only command for comparison, I connect and communicate through writing.
This blog, which I started after the birth of my first baby, gained a steadily organic momentum (to my surprise), so I continued writing to my mother, sharing unguarded conversations about raising children and the demanding becomings we all phase through, within every season of our lives.
The two years of blogged content became published in May 2019.
I don’t know where this journal will take me next––but even after a decade since her death, writing to her continually heals me.
And so, I continue on…