Only a few days after giving birth, shirt stained with mother’s milk as she lives and breaths the new life from inside to outside her.
This is one of the myriad ways motherhood takes and gives and changes shape. A peek into the world of motherhood, of the fourth trimester, of the hazy days so precious and heavy and fast.
This is a phase, a phrase, a holy blip of a consequential ritual with tethers that bind us from ancestor to far-flung successors.
Thank you Stephanie for letting me see and share.
Photo of Stephanie Hawkes. Find Stephanie HERE
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