letter from the editor.
Happy belated Mother's Day to the mama's in the tribe! This was my second Mother's Day as a mama and I took some time this weekend to really reflect on how blessed this part of my journey has been.
I grew up playing with baby dolls, nurturing my younger siblings, and feeling fairly certain from a young age that one day I wanted to be somebody's mama. From there, my path was fairly straighforward. Girl meets boy. Girl marries boy. Girl stops taking birth control, gets pregnant, and has beautiful baby boy.
There was none of the messiness that comes with some women's mothering (or daughtering) stories. Strained maternal relationships. Miscarriages. Infertility. Queer mamas mothering and queer mamas who are looking to find a way. Mamas who have passed away. Little ones who have passed away. Grandmas as mamas. Aunties as mamas. Siblings who mother siblings.
Like so much else in our life and in our world, I am humbled by the grace and grit of women. How we love. How we overcome. And the many forms and shapes that that takes. This weekend I made sure to hold space in my heart for the women who have experienced or are experiencing any of the above - and I hope you did to!
Yours in sisterhood,