In my previous life, I was free.
I could carve my own path and follow my dreams.
But the path was unsure and the vision blurred.
No one ever gave me purpose enough to soar.
Now, I endlessly rearrange piles of laundry, crumbs and toys.
And, sometimes I wonder who I am and what I've become.
Then, my son shouts, "Mommy, I need you!" and it is perfectly clear.I am the center of the Universe.
I am MOM.
