Rage Against the Loneliness

Lately the landscape of my mothering has been much less manicured and mostly messy. My life is a constant ebb and flow of laundry-dinner-dishes on a steady cycle of eat-wash-repeat. This lifestyle might not be glamorous, but it is important. I stood in front of the mirror this morning and thought to myself – mothering is the one of the few things that I can say I’ve done consistently for the last six years. I have poured my entire heart, soul, mind and strength into growing my little people. I haven’t done it perfectly, but I have done it wholly. There