07/26/2021
The road to becoming a mama has been more difficult, magical, and painful than I had ever imagined. I was acutely aware of the realities of pregnancy and birth beforehand but the lived experience has called up unfathomable change and growth.
From reckoning with body image issues, internalized misogyny and negative self talk, to navigating and accepting the shift in my energy, body, and priorities. My whole self is being molded by the experience of creating life and sharing my body with another being.
I’ve often asked myself, ”Is it selfish to bring a child into this fu**ed up, crumbling world?” And sometimes I think, yes. Though the trajectory of my life points to children and the deep healing of familial and relational bonds. From my natal birth chart, to my dreams, to my spiritual practice and relationships. Everything points toward generational healing which echoes out into the collective. The healing I’ve called forth in myself snowballs into the initiation of healing in my family. And now I feel part of my contribution to the healing of the future lies in raising healthy, regulated, passionate, and critically thinking children to carry the torch into a future I may not be a part of.
