I have two adult children, two young women, they are not mine, they belong to themselves, I helped raise them alongside their dad and an army of friends and family who all played a role, big or small, in shaping who they’re becoming.
My ego wants to say they are mine, they belong to me, because that gives me a whole lot of fucking purpose, becoming a mum at twenty four answered my soul’s cry, why are you here.

Practice and non-attachment