on motherhood

I love my mom. We are dear friends, two of a kind. She understands me intricately. With her, I feel known and loved. Yet, when I became a mother nearly 3 months ago, it began to dawn on me that I never previously had the capacity to truly understand her love for me- to comprehend our intimate connection. The love of a mother is a desperate ache- a deeply rooted heavy heart for the life and body of this other being.

To be honest, I don't quite know what to do with the feeling.