The Ground Shifts

Looking ahead, a rise in the distance.

Mountain or hill?

Clear path or wilderness to cut?

Fair weather or raging storm?

Fortify my nerves.

The ground shifts suddenly.

The path is rockier, the journey more exhausting.

That’s the reality of motherhood.

And it never stops.

I never stop.

I pause for friends, coffee, meditation, sleep, tequila, sanity, breath…

But I never stop.

I’m always a mother; always caring, always loving, always just this side of weary.

I may scream and rail when frustrated.

I cry when exhausted.

I hide in silence.

But then I get right back to it.

To the children I love, the family I cherish.

The ground shifts, but I mother on.


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