The Haven Where I Meet Myself

I'm a busy, full time mom. Most days, I think in Disney quotes, diapers, and banana slices coated with peanut butter. I love what I do, and I love defining myself as "Mom." Moms are superheroes too, afterall. We know where everything is, and we have that spidery sense of knowing when someone is getting into something they shouldn't. Our kisses heal scraped and bruised knees. Our singing and story reading skills send the monsters away and help ou children to drift to peaceful sleep.

But there are days, rare days, where I remember other dreams and passions I've had. I keep them in a little drawer like Mr. Darling. And every time I open that drawer, I come to the Prose. On the Prose, those dreams don't have to stay in the drawer. They can be a reality. I can be Mom, but I can also be a writer. I can be a poet. I can let myself get swept away in a moment of fantasy as it types its way across the sccreen. Excitement and accomplishment course through me--you know the feeling. That amazing experience of being "in the zone." Inspiration courses through me. I'm not blocked or slow. I'm moving at the speed of light. Flying. Soaring through galaxies of thought. A breath escapes. A sigh of relief. A gasp of life. An embrace of peasure. A poem has been born.

It is in that moment where I meet myself. I'm a creator, an artist, a lover of so many things, so many possibilities.

And then I go back to my superhero duties and my two amazing daughters. But I love those stolen moments on the Prose. They rejuvenate me, jog my creativity, and give me the extra boost I need to be a good Mom.