I resent being told I am not fulfilling my purpose. Or that I’m letting my talents lie dormant.

Ambition may have once flowed through me, propelling me forward. I may have relished the exhilarating sense of power.

But what once glittered now seems empty.

Maybe you don’t recognize me.

But what you don’t realize is that I do have a dream.

My dream is to be a Mother.

A Mother in the fullest sense of the word.

My name in Hebrew is Chava.

Eim kol chai – mother of all living things.

A Mother is a grounding presence.

It is the art of being in a way that allows our children the permission and space to be.

It is the steadfast faith we have in our children.

It is receiving our children however they show up and giving them the room they need to grow.

It is compassionate nurturing.

It is regal strength and joyful presence.

There is nothing I’d rather be.

And, yes. One day I’d like to take Mothering further.

Eim Kol Chai.

Because humanity needs more Mothers.

Mothers who allow others to show up as they are, while compassionately, lovingly giving them the space to grow.

Mothers who can introduce the world to the beauty of being.

Mothers with steadfast faith in the goodness of humanity.

Mothers who can birth a new era.

An era where spirits are nurtured, and souls finally feel at home.

(Yes, I can already hear the whispers of redemption.)

But first I am spending time in the trenches.

Real, raw Motherhood.

Birthing living souls, imbuing them with love, guiding them with joy.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.