this morning #1138.

this morning, in the light of the mirror, i looked like a mother. not like my mother. not yet. thank god. that’ll come soon enough & then we’ll have to have a different conversation. for now, i’m just looking like a mother. i spy the signs in my eyes, in the crimped corners & solemn circles that stand out whether i’m squinting or not. by the slump in my shoulders, there’s no doubt at all that i’m holding in lots of stress. it’s easy to see. i rotated my body to the side. posed for a moment. stepped away from the mirror. i guess that it could be worse. i could’ve ended up alone & angry at the world like vanessa. at least i’m doing my part to raise the next generation of confused humans.