Ready or Not

by Cara Bastone

But yeah, part of becoming a mother, for me, was coming to terms with the center of my world being something that wasn’t my own self. It’s harder than you might think.”

The person I was nine months ago is gone. Tears are leaking out of my eyes and into my hair. Because I miss my old apartment. I miss being Willa’s backup dancer. I miss the girl who bounced through life and had a grand old time never quite getting what she wanted and not knowing why. But I don’t think I’ll miss her for long.