But the part of me that wants to be heard says speak.
I'm not sure what the best way to be is,
I'm unclear if I'm ever making the best decision.
I hope that I won't ever regret being open about my thoughts and perspectives.
I wish I could read the thoughts of my mother, grandmothers, great grandmothers, etc. at my age.
I anxiously await the birth of my second child and I find myself consumed with questions about my ability to mother more than one human being.
Today we put bibs on backwards and as I sleepily folded laundry, my first born and I pretended to be super baby and super mommy. Zooming after the cars rushing by my bedroom window between clothes items. Raising arms to show how we are big and strong. I wouldn't give up these moments for anything, but part of me feels like I already have. Will I ever be not tired again in life? Will my iron rebound? Will I have energy again?