Once upon a time, there was a little girl who had the world at her fingertips. She ran and jumped and played and believed she could do anything…even fly.
As she grew, the world would tell her otherwise: Don’t run too fast or you could fall! Don’t jump too high or you could get hurt! Don’t play too hard or you’ll get dirty! People can’t fly, so don’t even try!
Her beautiful, colorful world began to shrink, and she stopped jumping and running and playing and believing she could fly.
She grew up, because that’s what people do.
Later, she became a mother and held her baby in her arms. She had just tackled her greatest physical feat and was reminded of the fragility of life, and the power.
As her child grew, she remembered what it was like to run and jump and play. She fought the urge to say “Be careful!” or “Stop running!” and instead began to run and play again too.
She looked at all the mothers around her—doing their best, like her, sharing the common bonds of love and fear and worry and joy; all those universal truths they couldn’t deny—and she felt so thankful to be a part of this club.
With all its ups and downs and shit kicking and shit taking and confusion and battle wounds and beautiful stories and laughter and guilt and certainty and scars, she had become a mother who was once a little girl who was once a baby, who was once nothing but a concept inside her mother’s womb.
Finally, the genetic fabric of her world began to shift and twist and come into focus. She realized that her journey was not singular, because every step she took, a mother had taken before her, and everywhere she went, a mother had traveled too.
From every walk of life, from every corner of the earth, for as long as the world has existed, there is one universal truth, and we hope to share it here, with you: