The Beginning She Became
For the first Mother's Day, when she is still becoming.
She is new to this particular weight. The love itself she has always carried. But this version of it, this specific tenderness, is different.
She is learning her child's sounds, her own new name, a version of herself she hasn't fully met yet.
This is not a celebration of arrival. It is a quiet acknowledgment of the becoming, that she is already enough, even in the middle of figuring it out.
