Not many parents speak about the challenges that come with the blessing of parenthood. I can recall an instance where a friend traveled from a distance to help manage my post-natal experience. My request was a 30 minute shower, steaming hot and alone; without worrying about anything or anyone but myself. I yearned for a private sanctuary where I could find myself again, despite pouring energy out of seemingly every orifice of my body.

Much to my dismay, my friend knocked on the door of my bathroom mid-shower, with a crying baby in her arms. Not only was I half lathered and frustrated, but disappointed that one who I thought I could trust to assist me in a time of need could not handle even 30 minutes with a crying baby. This was a training wheel moment; learning I could only truly rely on myself. In the moments I did not feel strong enough, I looked to the Higher Realms for guidance. This was the game-changer I did not yet know existed. And it was the only way out of the dissolving sense of self I had found myself wading and slowly drowning into.