i am no longer the mother who is solely and completely satisfied being a mother. i am again feeling glimpses of that woman before motherhood struck, insecurities are creeping back in. a younger part of self reoccured, but i however matured. i do slip into the uncomfortable but never as bad as i once did. a healing from within took place. i no longer need to be anything other than myself. a woman who feels (un)ease in her life. who knows what to push when to get this wheel turning again.