It's okay to not give all of yourself away

On Motherhood: A tragedy while we fell asleep together in the gray light listening to the thunderstorm.

It was August and the warm summer rain fell heavy outside. You were barely a month old, wrapped up safely indoors in the cocoon of our shared existence. We’d barely left the bed since I brought you home from the hospital — both healing from your journey Earthside. I remember listening to the rain in the trees and studying every inch your face. I remembe…