Blog: what is your passion, mama?

When I was a young girl, I too thought of my parents as just "parents." They were there to teach, support, and help us. I don't think I knew what my parents wanted to be when they grew up. Their dream and passions were just a foreign concept. We were their world and nothing more.
So of course, I understood when my girl was telling me what her passions are and seriously stated that she didn't think I had any passions. After all, I work so much - both in and out of the home. She catches me reading books and knows I had written a book or two. But she's never seen me light up nor she read anything of mine.
I was not offended, mostly a bit surprised and a little hurt.
I stated my passion is you. I finally told my girl that I was a mental health advocate because of her. My journey from whispering into the night to ask if I was alone to then sharing my story to 500 + strangers on a stage. I've talked about her in front of a camera. I've spoken about her spirit at a march. I went to DC to share our birth story. My hopes and dreams for women who went through the same journey has been written.
And it started because of her.
She dreams of wanting to inspire the world and I told her she already has. At least, I hope ours is inspiring someone.
One day, we'll have that hard conversation about my postpartum depression.
One day, I'll show her why I wrote what I wrote.
One day, I'll tell her why I do gratitude nightly prayers.
But last night, I hugged both my babies & simply said I love you.
And if one day doesn't come.... at least they'll know mama wrote it down. A YouTube video and a slew of articles of our story exists. They'll always know they were my inspiration.

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