Mothering
the UNSEEN

Motherhood broke me open in a ways no one warned me about, softly, violently, wholly. It’s not just lullabies and first steps. It’s identity shed and re-sewn. From the edge of that sacred unraveling, where the mother is born over and over again.

For the quiet ache that lives beneath her smile.

Letting the light touch what has endured in silence.

Mothering the Unseen

The Maternal Instinct Myth: Lessons from a Japanese Zoo; Story of Punch and His “Oran-mama”

by Vijaya
on Feb 24
From a record-breaking heatwave in Japan to the legendary "Gorilla Nurses" of the […]
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Mothering the Unseen

The default guilty! #why

by Vijaya
on Nov 16
Why is she blamed first? You hear it before you even see it.The […]
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