Motherhood can be a place of such extremes. The joy and the wonder that I feel as I simply watch my girls just breathing, the detail of their eye lashes, the way they say their words is just exquisite. Watching them learn, discover and flourish is something that I will never tire of.
The sadness that comes when I perceive myself as having failed them in some way can be quite immense. And the roar of the inner lioness when I am protecting them surprises even me sometimes.
In my clinical practice I talk to so many mothers. Mothers who have won and mothers who have lost.
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