Becoming. The perfect word. Cyclical. Round. The last few years I have become. Become a woman. Become a wife. Become a mother. These descriptions are my base – my platform. I could tell you where I’ve been but I’ve spent so much time explaining where I come from that I’ve forgotten the liberation of shouting where I want to go.
I want to be a great mom.
I want to master grace and patience.
I want to be a wonderful wife.
I want to maintain my sense of humor.
I want to embody the self-confidence I faked in my 20s.
I want to own it. I want to become it.
And I will.