As a mother, the weight of worlds lies on our shoulders.
The pressure is palpable.
Like a sealed kettle, we only whistle, release and alert that there is pressure after our water gets to a rigorous, rolling boil.
Then, there is shame that we let it get to that steaming, rolling boil at all.
See – the flame is always present, building heat, but we have the ability to manage the pressure. We can add water to the pot – increasing our capacity to hold that heat. Or, we can manage and lower the flames of demands and expectations.
Ultimately, we are the ones who have to tend to the pot.