Journey
I found this on the internet & just thought it was lovely:
Motherhood is a journey we take across space and time without a map or a guide, often making up the language and the customs as we go. So often it feels like we’re traveling solo, even when we’re tripping over little people at every turn. How can we pay attention to the landscape when we have so much baggage to keep track of? The path of each mother’s voyage takes its own shape on the map of life, even though we all end up at the same destination.