My Little Piece of Heaven Kind of Felt Like Hell

They were my little piece of heaven. I knew that I loved them so deeply, and that I was very passionate about them, but I also knew that I was not feeling this love as much as I knew it existed deep down inside of me. While I felt love, I did not often feel the vivid, burning kind of love and passion for motherhood that I knew I had somewhere deep inside of me, because it was covered up by the numb feeling of survival that had taken over my life.

Listen to the voices that matter

As I watched my daughter on that stage tonight, I could not help but wonder if I am going to be able to teach her the skills necessary to protect her from the voices that don’t matter. I wonder if she will have the strength to look for the voices that tell her that she can and ignore the ones that try to tear her down.