a seat at the table//

i will be a mom. i will have a baby. i will care for and raise up a child.

+ while all of these things are true, there are not many seats for me.

at a table full of glowing, pregnant mothers and nervous expectant fathers, the seats are all full. at a table full of soon-to-be parents
preparing their bodies and minds for the miraculous birth of their baby, the chairs are full and there is no room at that table.

i will be a mother.

i will be a caretaker, a nurse, a counselor, a protector, a nurturer, a friend and every other title that women receive along with that of ‘mother’. it will happen and it will be different. i will be and the journey to becoming will be unique. i acknowledge that. i know.

+ i still need a seat. i still desire community.

maybe the seat isn’t there and maybe there aren’t many tables, but i am ready to learn how to build.

written on march twenty first, twenty twentytwo