Ivy, 36, California, USA
Motherhood in mourning // No time to be faint hearted. Especially when there’s a nursing toddler joined to your hip (or should I say breast), a depressed fur child who won’t eat, a home to up keep, meals to make, dishes fucking dishes, bills to pay, blah blah blah life. Not going to lie, it’s enough to make you kind of miss your care free self consumed twenties. But then I feel her little hands reach up to touch my face as tears are rolling down my cheeks. Asking me if I’m ok, at only two years old. It’s in so many moments like these that I stop doubting the universe and have the strengths and motivation to carry on..