An Ode to Parenthood

The More Sibyl Podcast Presents:

I am and embody many things, but being a daughter is something I have not felt in a while. Partly due to the distance between my parents and me and some created by growing pains, responsibilities, and overall lost-ness.

In my quest for attaining motherhood, that part of me had been chipped off to an unbearable morphology. I have put so much pressure on myself and an undue burden on becoming a MULTIPLICATOR — a prospective factor — that I forgot what it was like to be a PRODUCT — a retrospective invariant.

I am, indeed, a product of two wholes — the Originators. The male Originator — feral with an insane zest for life, the life of the party, fiercely loyal to those he loves, and often largely misunderstood. The female one — the motherlode — domesticated, she who does not announce her strength to the world; you’d have to move closer to glean and bask in her ever-shining radiance; prayer warrior, anointing oil-wielding Ninja, quick to dish out advice, and muted by some life experiences.

These two wholes birthed me and while being a product of their diametrically opposing personalities, I birthed a third kind — my own spunkiness; the Mo’ssence — one that I hope will be someday be permutated in my progenies making their own multiples of wholes.