At times I feel I've made peace with my pain. I feel as if the circle has been completed and growth is all that awaits. It seems so clear at times, the life I've lived and the life I have ahead of me.
But in times like these, it makes everything but sense.
I have spent my life parenting the little girl inside of me, being a parent to those who were supposed to be mine. I would be lying if I said she didn't still yearn for the comfort of the mother she wanted so desperately.
I try to be enough for her, I really do. But my confession is that sometimes it's me that is yearning for a mother that I will never have.
