When did I do something that mattered? A time when I looked for meaning. A single act of courage that took me forward. Times that carried me through my life moving out of one instant shaping event, forming who I had become. Will I leave a legacy of words in hearts because I have become a friend. Or a family story? What definition of time matters to me? Once again I speak with my verbal truths, causing me to look at being a mother. I said yes in an unspoken moment of surrender. A further never to be completely defined as long as I could breathe life into my days. Thinking of how I became a mother; I asked my son what he thought I had done that mattered; he said “Me”.
