The transition from maiden to mother was such a ride

The thing no one tells you is your maiden doesn’t die

She’s still here

She still exists

I felt guilty for that for a while

Shouldn’t I just be all mother?

I felt like the wild in me

The desire to be free in me

Wasn’t allowed

Like the two couldn’t, shouldn’t co exist

Was I a terrible mother?

But I love his wild

I love watching him run free

And I realised

Maybe he learnt that from me

Maybe the wild in me is why he chose me to be his Mumma in the first place

(It’s ok to still be you when you’re a parent)