When I was pregnant I wondered how motherhood would change me. Now, five months in, I have – not the final answer, never that – but an answer: I have not changed, as such, but I have grown.
The belly is gone now, mostly, but the stretch marks remain on my skin; a visible, textural reminder that I grew this big growing a new person inside me.
I have mental stretch marks, too.
Who knew I could grow to contain such infinite amounts of love?
Who knew I have such immense stores of patience and strength to draw on?
And finally, who knew that I would feel so much like myself even though life is so different now?