If you were to ask me to tell you about all the things that motherhood has taught me thus far, I could come up with a few generalities but, being in the midst of it all, I don't know that I would do the lessons justice by trying to reflect on them just yet.
I know I'm learning. A lot, every day, about being a mother, about my nature, my reserves of strength and my need to control, my patience, a totally different kind of love, etc, etc. But what does it all mean or rather, how has it changed me?
To be honest, I'm not particularly sure that it has changed me really. Ok, it has definitely changed my bed time and how I go about in the world (lugging kid stuff is a BIG DEAL). But have I as a spiritual being changed?
I've read over and over again about how parenthood makes you less selfish. I don't know if that's true for me (yet?). I just don't know.
Which brings me back to the topic of this page and the thoughts behind it: I think sometimes it's easier to see the full impact of change after time and distance has added their lens to the narrative.