If motherhood has taught me anything, it is that time is so very precious and so very sparse, and staring at my now (almost) four-month-old baby and my five-year-old boy, I find myself asking, where did the time go?
It has been five years since I created the @dear_dilate IG account to connect with mothers during the pandemic. Then, I started writing Dear Dilate under the duress of new motherhood. At the time, I felt so out of my depth. I felt hopeless as a new mother. Dear Dilate was an outlet. A way of treading water. I was exhausted but kicked and kicked just enough to survive. I survived by writing what I wish I could read. Stories that did not glamourise motherhood but humanise. That allowed room for error and growth. Judgement-free. I wanted someone to make me feel seen, heard and understood, so I became that person. I know my words have helped so many, but the thing about new motherhood is that it does not last forever. You do come up for air. Y…
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