There is inherent beauty in becoming a mother. For many of us, the realization of this beauty begins when we first learn that we are going to have a child. We evolve into moms who revel in the pure joy and beauty that is our child. It is very innocent. We bring our offspring into this world with high hopes. We hope a lot. We spend countless hours hoping for countless things. We hope that they will be healthy; we hope that they will be smart; we hope that they will grow to be genuinely good beings that will positively impact humanity. And we worry. We worry a lot. We spend countless hours worrying about countless things. We worry that they are not healthy; we worry that they are not smart; we worry that they are not growing into the genuinely good beings that we spent countless hours hoping they would be.
Among hundreds of other physical things, this is what we do. We hope and we worry. And then…we imagine. In the midst of raising our healthy, smart, and genuinely good beings, while hoping and worrying, we imagine. We imagine all that could go right, and worse, we imagine all that could go wrong. This is the alternate reality between hoping and worrying. Imagining instantly transports us to terrifyingly irrational places that we’d rather not visit, and we become consumed by all that we’ve irrationally imagined. And then, very often without warning, it happens…“Motherhead”, where mothers go to overthink, and where all that we’ve imagined comes to life. Welcome! Sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride – I assure you it will be a doozy!
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