Motherhood is all about leaving.  

Every exhale of breath leaves behind the person you were, 

every inhale of breath breathes into you that which you are becoming.  

And so it is for the child, 

breath in, breath out, 

a moving target shooting through the cosmos

 leaving behind what was, 

leaning into what will be, 

mother and child dancing together

bound by the tenacious threads of the spirit that hold

 them in tenderest embrace.   

To dance, to breathe, to hold the beloved and to be the beloved, 

this is to know the melody of the heart

which echoes throughout the universe.