I'm meeting my son at a time when:
He’s 12 and trying to break free from 'sweet son' who loves his mama cuddles, into individuation.
Im 44, am tired and gently retreating to cocoon into my sacred feminine.
He’s in a season of non-stop chatter.
I long for peace and solitude.
Our hormones are both in big life transitions, yet at opposite life spectrums.
His are increasing in pre-puberty and mine are decreasing in peri-menopause.
What an interesting time to mother.
What a difficult time to mother.
I'm his safe person.
I'm also the person he sometimes can not stand the most.
(Dare I say, and vice-versa)
Alot of raised voices.
Alot of tears.
Alot of apologies.
I’m his mother.
He’s my teacher.
We meet each other exactly where we are.
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| Sweet son at 2yrs old who loves his mama cuddles |
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| 10yrs later.. pre-teen and peri-menopause |
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