Five Years Ago...
Five years ago, I gave birth on a stool in my bedroom, squatting at the foot of my bed.
Five years ago, after the most pain my body had ever known, I held a slippery new body to my chest and began the process of mothering this new breathing being who needed me so very much.
Five years ago I was not the woman I am now. I was new, unarmed, so very unprepared in every way and so very awed by every moment.
Five years ago, I was born again, with my son's birth: a mother. Fully, utterly, completely.
Five years ago.
And we're all still growing.
And I am still in awe.