Sometimes I'll be driving, or drinking, or watching a movie, or skipping class to run across a snowy beach in solitude, and I think: I'm going to be a mother one day. How can that be? Here I am speeding through yellow lights, trying to drown out my stress, grasping at inspiration, and desperately wanting to feel alive, and I'm going to be a mother one day? What do I have to pass down, or share, or teach?
I have so much to learn myself; how can I be sure I even know who I am?